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By  the  Reverend  THOMAS    CRADOCK,   Reftor  of 
St.  Thomas's,  Baltimore  County,  Maryland. 


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To  His    EXCELLENCY 

HORATIO   SHARPE,  E% 

Governor  of  the  Province  of  MARYLAND, 

AND 

To  the  HONOURABLE 

James  Hamilton,   Efq; 

Late  Governor  of  the  Province  of  PENNSYLVANIA, 

This  New  VERSION  of  the 
PSALMS  of  DAVID,  is, 
with  all  Humility  and  grate- 
ful Acknowledgment, 

'dedicated, 

B  Y 

Their  moji  obliged, 

Humble  Servant, 

^Thomas  CradocL 


r-T*HE  Author  of  the  following  VERSION  owns  himfelf 
under  the  higheft  Obligation  to  his  kind  and  generous  Subfcri- 
hers ;  and  mo  ^ejily  hopes  %  that,  if  they  cannot  applaud,  they  will,  at 
leaf,  excufe  his  Prejumption,  in  attempting  fo  laid  and  difficult  a 
Work.  He  is  Jorry,  that  he  could  not  comply  with  his  Propofals  as 
to  the  Time  ;  but  he  was  twice  difappointed  of  his  Paper,  and  then 
thought  it  mojl  expedient  to  wait  a  little  longer  for  the  Advantage  cf 
new  Types. 


SUBSCRIBERS. 

HIS  Excellency  HORATIO  SHARPE,  Efq;  Governor 
of  Maryland.  f 

The  Honourable  JAMES  HAMILTON,  Efq;  late  Governor 
of  Pennjyl<vaniai  I  8  Books. 


R.  Robert  Adair,  2 

XY-L&ev-  W?'  Francis  Allifon, 
of  Philadelphia,  6 

Dr.  Ephraiin  Andrews. 
Mr,  George  Afhman. 


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Rev.  Mr.  Thomas  Bacon,        6 

Mr.  Alexander  BealL 

Mr.  William  Beafman. 

Capt.  John  Bond. 

Mr.  John  Bond. 

Mr.  Richard  Bond. 

Mr.  Thomas  Bond. 

Capt.  Zachariah  Bond. 

Mrs.  Sarah  Boone. 

Mr.  Beale  Bordley. 

Stephen  Bordley,  Efq;  4 

Mr.  Stephen  Bordley,  junr.     2 

Mr.  Roger  Boyce,  2 

Mr.  William  Bradford. 

Mr.  John  Brafhear. 

Mr.  Hubbard  Breweiw 

John  Brice,  Efq;  6 


Rev.  Mr.  William  Brogden,    2 
Rev.  Mr.  Clement  Brooke,  of 

Nrw-Cajtle. 
Rev.  Mr.  Richard  Browne. 
Mr.  Lloyd  Buchanan,  4 


Hon.  Benjamin  Calvert,  Efq;  6 
Rev.  Mr.  Ifaac  Campbell,        2 
Mr.  William  Carmichael. 
Mr.  Chriftopher  Carnan,  6 

Mr.  John  Carnan,  2 

Mr.  Rowland  Carnan,  2 

Charles  Carroll,  Efq;  6 

Dr.  Charles  Carroll,  4 

Mr.  James  Cary,  2 

Mr.  Daniel  Chamier. 
Mr.  Samuel  Chapman. 
Mr.  Jeremiah  Chafe. 
Mr.  Richard  Chafe. 
Rev.  Mr.  Thomas  Chafe. 
Mr.  Arthur  Chenworth. 
Charles  Chriftie,  Efq;  i 

Mr.  James  Chriftie,  2 

Mr.  Thomas  Cockey. 
Mr.  John  Cooke, 

Mr. 


SUBSCRIBERS. 


Mr.  John  Cornelius. 

Mr.  John  Cromwell,  2 

Mr.  Jofeph  Cromwell. 

Mr.  Charles  Croxall,  2 

Mr.  Richard  Croxall,  2 

Mr  William  Cummins.    - 


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Mr.  William  Dallam,  2 

Henry  Darnall,  Efq;  4 

Mr.  John  Darnall,  3 
Mr.  John  Day. 

Rev.  Mr.  Hugh  Deans,  10 
Mr.  Benjamin  Deaver. 
William  Denune,  M.  D. 

Mr.  Ignatius  Digges,  2 

Capt.  James  Dobbins,  3 

Edward  Dorfey,  Efq;  4 
Mr.  John  Hammond  Dorfey,  2 

Mr.  Jofhua  Dorfey,  2 
Mr.  Nicholas  Dorfey. 

Daniel  Duiany,  Efq;  2 

Daniel  Duiany,  junr.  Efq;  2 

Capt.  Dennis  Duiany,  3 

Walter  Duiany,  Efq;  6 
Mr.  John  Duvall. 


U 


Mr.  John  Eden. 

Capt.  James  Edmondfon. 

Mr.  John  Enfor,  junior,  2 


Benjamin  Franklin,  Efq;  of 

Philadelphia, 
Mr.  Thomas  Franklin, 


Capt.  Nicholas  Ruxton  Gay,  2 
Mr.  John  Gill. 


Mr.  ChriftopJier  Gilt. 

Mrs    Sufanna  Gift. 

Mr.  Thomas  Gilt. 

Mr.  William  Gift. 

Mr.  Peter  Gofnell. 

Mrs.  Lovelefs  GofTuch. 

Mr.  William  Govane,  4 

Capt.  Henry  Griffith. 

Mr.  Luke  Griffith. 

H 

Mr.  Acquilia  Hall. 
Col.  John  Hall,  2 

Mr.  John  Hall,  2 

Mr.  John  Hall,  of  Cr  anbury,    3 
Mr.  Jofhua  Hall,  3 

Alexander  Hamilton,  M.  D.   2 
Mr.  William  Hamilton. 
Mr.  William  Hanfon,  junr. 
Rev.  Mr.  Richard  Harrifon. 
Mr.  Thomas  Harrifon,  2 

Mr.  John  Hawkins. 
Mr.  May  berry  Helms. 
Mr.  Andrew  Heugh. 
Mr.  Robert  Horner. 
Mr.  Cornelius  Howard. 
Capt.  Michael  Hubbert,  2 

Col.  John  Hunter,  ofVirginia,  2 
Mr.  John  Hurd. 


Hon.  Edmund  Jenings,  Efq; 
Dr.  John  Jackfon. 
Mr.  Lancelot  Jacques, 
Mr.  James  Johnfon. 
Mr.  Thomas  Johnfon. 
Mr.  Philip  Jones, 
Mr.  Thomas  Jones. 
Mr.  James  Jordan. 
Mr.  William  Jordan. 
Mr.  An*elo  Ifraelo, 


Mr. 


SUBSCRIBERS, 


K 

Mr.  Hopewell  Keene. 

Mr.  Jam*3  Kelley. 

Mr.  William  Kelley. 

Philip  Key,  Efq;  4 

L 

Rev.  Mr.  Charles  Lake. 
Mr.  Thomas  Lancafter. 
Mr.  Alexander  Lawfon,         1 2 
Rev.  Mr.  Andrew  Lendrum,    2 
Mr.  Stead  Lowe. 
Mr.  William  Lux,   of  Annapo- 
lis, 2 
Mr.  William  Lux,  of  Baltimore,, 

6 
Dr.  William  Lyon,  4 

M 

Mr,  Nicholas  Maccubbin,        2 

Michael  Macnemarra,  Efq; 

Mr.  Nathan  Magruder. 

Mr.  John  Matthews. 

Mr.  George  Maxwell. 

Mrs.  Elizabeth  McLeod,  3 

Mr.  Anthony  M'Culloch,         2 

Mr.  David  M'Culloch,  3 

Mr.  James  McLachlan. 

Rev.  Mr.  John  MacPherfon,    2 

Mr.  John  Metcalfe. 

Mr.  John  Moale,  2 

Mr.  John  MofFatt,  3 

Rev.  Mr.  John  Moncure,  of 'Vir- 
ginia. 

Thomas  Moore,  Efq;  of  Anti- 
gua,  3 

Mr.  William  Murdock. 

Mr.  Jofeph  Murray. 

Rev.  Mr.  John  Myers,  2 

N 

Mr.  Edward  Neale. 

Mr.  John  Needham^  3 


Mr.  Benjamin  Norris, 
Mr.  Thomas  Norris. 
Capt.  Benjamin  North, 
Mrs.  Catharine  North, 


Mr.  George  Ogg,  junr, 
Mr.  Stephen  Onion. 
Mr.  John  Orrick. 
Mr.  Nicholas  Orrick. 
Mrs.  Sufanna  Orrick. 
Mrs.  Elizabeth  Owings. 
Mr.  Jofhua  Owings, 
Mrs.  Mary  Owings. 
Mr.  Samuel  Owings, 
Mr.  Stephen  Heart  Owings. 


Mr.  John  Paca, 
Mr.  John  Paca,  junr. 
Mr.  Robert  Patterfon. 
Rev.  Mr.  Richard  Peters, 

Philadelphia, 
Mr.  James  Phillips, 
Mr.  Brian  Philpot,  junr. 
Mr.  John  Pindell. 
Mr.  William  Potts, 
Mr;  George  Prefbury, 
Mr.  Edward  Punteney. 


John  Raitt,  Efq; 
Mr.  Chriftopher  Randall. 
Mr.  Chriftopher  Randall,  junr. 
Mr.  William  Reynolds. 
Mr.  James  Richard,  2 

Capt.  Jofeph  Riciardfon,         2 
Major  Charles  Ridgeiy,  10 

Mr,  John  Rifteau,  2 

Mr.  Talbot  Rifteau,  4 

Mr.  Nicholas  Rogers,  2 

Mr. 


SUBSCRIBERS. 


Mr  William  Rogers. 
Dr.  David  Rofs, 
John  Rofs,  Efq; 


Rev.  Mr.  James  Scott,  of  Vir- 
ginia. 

Mr.  John  Shelmordine. 

Mr.  Thomas  Sheredine,  2 

Mr.  John  Simkins. 

Mr.  Thomas  Sligh,  2 

Mr.  Samuel  Soumain,  of  Phi- 
ladelphia. 

Mr.  Thomas  Sprigg. 

Mr.  Tobias  Stanfbury,  2 

Mr.  Richard  Stephenfon. 

George  Steuart,  Efq;  6 

Dr.  John  Stevenfon,  6 

Mr.  John  Stinchcomb. 

Mr.  Robert  Stokes. 

Mr.  Robert  Swan,  2 

Rev.  Mr.  Theophilus  Swift,    2 


Hon.  Benjamin  Tafker,  Efq;  1 7 
Hon.  Benj.  Talker,  junr.  Efq; 
Rev.  Mr.  Mofes  Tabbs. 
Mr.  John  Thomas. 
Mr.  Dowdall  Thompfon. 
Rev.  Mr.  Thomas  Thornton,  4 


Mr.  William  Thornton. 
Mr.  James  Tilghman. 
Col.  Richard  Tilghman. 
Capt.  Walter  Tolley, 

W 

Dr.  Edward  Wakeman, 
Dr.  James  Walker, 
Mr.  Charles  Wallace. 
Mr.  James  Wardrop, 
Mr.  John  Wardrop, 
Mr.  Godfrey  Waters, 
Mr.  Nicholas  Watkins. 
Mr.  John  Webfter. 
Mr.  John  Welih. 
Mr.  Alexander  Wells. 
Mr.  Charles  Wells. 
Mr.  Thomas  Wells. 
Mr.  Stephen  Weft, 
Col.  Thomas  White, 
Mr.  John  Willmott. 
Mr.  Richard  Willmott, 
Mr.  Daniel  Wolftenholme, 


Hon.  Benjamin  Young,  Efq;  6 
Benjamin  Young,  junr.  Efq;   3 
Mr.  Samuel  Young. 
Col.  William  Young,  2 


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PSALM      /. 

)8(QOO§0@(5§(LEST  is  tlie  man'  wn°fe  n°neft  foul  difdains 
X&3^X30£      T° treaC^ the  path  wnere  imPious  counfel  reigns9' 
y&kA         !^38£      *^nat  in  tne  way  of  nnners  nas  not  flood, 
wJD    B    CLw'      Nor  fiU'd  the  chair  of  the  imperious  proud. 
W^^W  2  But  makes  Jehovah"*  law  his  dear  delight,    5 
QQSSwS      And  meditates  thereon  by  day,  by  night. 
AAAaa^  3  Like  fome  fair  tree,  that  near  a  riv'let  grows-, 
.   And  Ihades  the  waters  with  it's  fpreading 
Boughs,  that  nor  wither,  nor  delufive  are,  [boughs, 

But  with  their  fruit  reward  the  planter's  care,  \o 

He'll  flourifh  long of  heav'n  itfelf  the  love, 

And  ev'ry  folid  joy  and  comfort  prove, 

4  Not  fo  the  wicked  —  like  the  chaff  that  flies, 
And  fcatters  far,  when  driving  winds  arife; 

.By  the  black  whirlwind  of  their  pamons  toft,  i£ 

In  guilt,  and  in  it's  direful  woes  they  're  loft. 

5  When  therefore  at  the  laft  tremendous  day 
Comes  forth  th'  almighty  judge  in  dread  array  j 

B  Struck 


i  P    S    A    I    M      ii. 

Struck  with  their  crimes,  his  prefence  mall  they  fly, 
Nor  join  the  righteous  in  their  fongs  of  joy.  2© 

5  For  well  our  God  the  juft  man's  way  difcerns, 
That  he  the  path  to  heav'n  with  rapture  learns; 
While  impious  men,  who  tread  of  fin  the  road, 
For  ever  perifh fuch  thy  will,  O  God  ! 

PSALM       //. 

i   TT7HAT  defp'rate  madnefs  firikes  the  heathen  ?  Say, 
V  V     What  vain  delufive  hopes  the  nations  fway  ? 

2  Earth's  haughty  tyrants  in  their  pride  rebel ; 
With  impious  rage  the  mad'ning  rulers  fwell ; 

Thro'  all,  thro'  all,  the  fatal  frenzy  flies ;  5 

Againft  the  Lord,  againft  his  Chrift,  they  rife. 

3  "  Our  fouls  (they  boaft)  we'll  from  this  bondage  free, 
"  And  vindicate  our  native  liberty." 

4  But  they  in  vain  Omnipotence  defy, 

The  great,  the  fov'reign  Lord,  that  rules  on  high,  10 

Laughs  all  their  empty  menaces  to  fcorn ; 

5  See,  fee  againft  them  his  dread  fury  burn  ! 
Hear  'gainft  his  enemies  his  thunder  break  ! 
Hear  him  (O  hear)  the  folemn  mandate  fpeak; 

6  "  Thou  ftill,  my  fon,  on  facred  Sion  reign,  15 
"  And  o'er  the  conquer'd  globe  my  pow'r  maintain." 

7  For  me,  while  breath  infpires  this  vital  frame, 
The  law  my  God  hath  giv'n  me,  I'll  proclaim ; 
"  This  day,  my  fon,  have  I  begotten  thee  ; 

8  "  Afk  of  thy  fov'reign  father thine  fhall  be  20 

"  Whate'er  the  regions  of  the  world  contain, 

Y  Whatever  aether  bounds,  whate'er  the  main  ; 

9  "  Thou  with  an  iron  rod  the  nations  fway  ; 

"  Bruife  them,  like  vefTels  form'd  of  potter's  clay." 

10  But  hear,  ye  monarchs  of  the  world,  be  wife  ;  25 
Difpel  this  dark'ning  mift  before  your  Eyes  ; 

1 1  Serve  the  great  father,  and  his  will  revere  ; 
Temper  your  joy  with  pure,  with  holy  fear, 

1 2  Embrace  the  Son,  and  due  obedience  fhew  -, 

If  but  awhile  his  dire  refentment  glow,  30 

Eternal  death's  your  doom thrice  happy  all, 

Who  trull  in  him,  on  his  dread  name  who  call ! 

PSALM 


PSALM      in,    iv.  3 

PS    AX    M      7/7. 

i   T  TOW  num'rous,  Lord,  how  ftrong,  how  powerful  they, 
LX   Who  rife  againft  me,  and  my  foul  difmay  ? 

2  Vain,  empty  boafters  !  In  their  guilt  they're  proud, 
And,  that  my  God  difdains  me,  vaunt  aloud. 

3  But  me  thro1  dangers  haft  thou  fafely  led,  5 
And  crown'd  with  glory  and  fuccefs  my  head; 

4  On  thee  I  call'd  in  confidence  of  pray'r, 

And  from  thy  facred  hill  thou  deign'dft  to  hear. 

5  At  Night  I  laid  me  down,  and  ilept  fecure  ; 

At  Morn  I  rofe,  fupported  by  thy  pow'r.  1© 

6  Why  then,  tho'  thoufands  threat  me,  fhou'd  I  fear  ? 
My  fhield  thy  goodnefs,  I  defy  the  fpear. 

7  Rife,  Lord,  amft  me fave  me  from  my  Foes  ; 

Long  has  thy  dreadful  wrath  againft  them  rofe ; 

My  only  Foes  the  abandon'd  wicked  are,  1  5 

And  oft  th'  inflictions  of  thy  hand  they  bear : 

8  While  all  thy  bleffings  righteous  fouls  attend, 
And  them  thou'lt  fave,  who  in  thy  temple  bend. 

PSALM       W. 

1  ALL-CLEMENT  God,  that  know'fl  my  honeil  Mind  >, 
j£\   In  thee  from  ill  a  fure  relief  I  find  ; 

Oft  in  my  fad  diftrefs,  thou'ft  giv'n  releafe ; 

Again  my  foul  implores  her  wonted  peace  j 

Benign,  O  liften  to  thy  fervant's  pray'r ;  £. 

Have  mercy  on  me,  Lord,  in  pity  fpare. 

2  Ye  haplefs  fons  of  men,  what  frenzy  fways  ? 
How  long  'gainfl  me  your  calumnies  you'll  raife  ? 
How  long  indulge  your  vile  malignant  fpite  ? 

How  long  in  killing  flanders  take  delight  ?  10 

3  To  your  confufion  know,  the  Godhead  loves 
The  man,  who  by  his  works  his  duty  proves ; 
Nor,  when  in  humble  guife  I  to  him  plain, 
Shall  his  obedient  fervant  plead  in  vain. 

4  Stand  then,  ye  v/retches,  of  his  pow'r  in  awe  ;  1 5 
Nor  fin  prefumptuous  'gainft  his  facred  law  ; 

Reflect  your  actions  in  the  filent  night 

Your  hearts  will  own  you  guilty  in  his  fight, 
6  The  heedlefs  many  in  vain  riches  truft, 

And  hope,  their  pray'rs  for  opulence,  are  juft  :  20 

But  I  more  happy,  if  thy  light  divine 

On  my  glad  foul  in  it's  full  radiance  mine ; 

B  2  More 


4  P    S    A    L    M      v. 

7  More  happy,  thou,  my  only  joy  and  hope, 
Than  when  the  nectar  fparkles  in  my  cup  ; 

Than  when  with  corn  my  granaries  abound,  25 

And  loaded  olives  croud  the  fertile  ground. 

8  Yes,  my  good  God,  I'll  lay  me  down  in  peace  j 
I'll  fleep,  devoid  of  care,  fecure  of  eafe ; 
Thou,  only  thou,  canft  diflipate  my  grief, 

From  foes  give  fafety,  and  from  pairr  relief.  30 

PSALM       V. 

I      ALL-POW'RFUL  Lord,  thy  fuppliant  fervant  hear ; 
m\    Thou  art  my  God ;  to  thee  I  fly  in  pray'r ; 
Thou  art  my  King  ;  thou  in  my  heart  doll  reign  ; 
Ah  !  not  thy  Davids  humble  fuit  difdain. 

3  At  early  dawn  my  faithful  voice  I'll  raife ;  5 
At  early  dawn  I'll  fupplicate  thy  grace. 

4  No  pleafure  tak'lt  thou  in  impiety, 

Nor  wilt  thou  fuffer  fin  to  dwell  with  thee. 

5  The  fool,  that  hears  not  thy  commands  with  awe  j 

The  foul  deprav'd,  that  deviates  from  thy  law,  I  o 

The  impious  tongue,  that  deals  in  fraudful  lies ; 
The  hand,  it's  maker's  image  that  deftroys, 
Are  hateful  to  thee  all,  and  foon  fhall  know 
The  direful  pains  thy  vengeance  dooms  them  to. 

7  But  on  thy  mercy  fhall  my  foul  rely  ;  1 5 
When  I  with  rev'rence  to  thy  temple  fly, 

When  at  thy  altar  I  devoutly  kneel, 

Bleft  with  thy  light,  what  awful  joy  I  feel  ? 

8  Direcl:  me,  O  my  God,  the  fnares  t'  evade, 

Which  my  relentlefs  enemies  have  laid,  20 

9  Deceit  and  wrong  their  boaft,  fair  truth  their  fcorn, 
Their  villain- hearts  with  horrid  mifchiefs  burn, 
More  black  their  throats  than  the  remorfelefs  grave, 
And  with  their  tongues  they  flatter,  to  deceive. 

10  Do  thou,  O  God,  the  impious  race  deftroy  ;  25 
Thro'  their  own  wild  devices  let  them  die ; 

'Gainft  thee  they  dare  rebel ; aflert  thy  powY, 

And  bear  their  vile  atrocious  crimes  no  more. 

1 1  But  let  all  they,  that  trull  in  thee,  rejoice, 

And  tune  in  hymns  of  gratitude  their  voice  ;  30 

In  thee  the  greater!  happinefs  they  prove, 

Thy  will  their  law,  thy  glorious  name  their  love. 

1 2  For  to  thy  will  who  bear  a  juft  regard, 
Shall  from  thy  bounty  meet  a  full  reward  ; 

Them, 


T    S    A    L    M      vi,    vii.  5 

Them,  who  to  thy  commands  due  rev'rence  have,  35 

Thy  gracious  goodnefs,  as  a  fhield,  mall  fave. 

PSALM       VI. 

1  T|T  7  H I L  E  lafts  thy  dread  refentment !  Lord,  forbear ; 

VV     Difpleas'd,  thy  chaftifements  are  too  fevere. 

2  Have  mercy,  Lord a  languid  weaknefs  reigns  j 

Heal  my  diftemper'd  bones,  and  eafe  my  pains. 

3  Inceffant  ills  my  anguifh'd  foul  diftrefs  ;  5 
How  long  wilt  thou  delay,  till  thou  redrefs  ? 

4  Still  I'll  implore  thee turn,  dread  father,  turn, 

Nor  let  thy  mercy  leave  me  thus  forlorn. 

5  In  death  of  thee  we  no  remembrance  have, 

And  who  can  praife  thee  in  the  fdent  grave  ?  IO 

6  Heaves  my  fad  breaft  the  live-long  night  with  fighs  ; 
SufFas'd  with  conftant  ftreams  my  fleeplefs  eyes  ; 
My  bed  I  water  with  the  briny  flood ; 

Swims  my  wet  couch  with  tears,  O  pitying  God ; 

7  No  more  with  florid  Health  my  vifage  glows ;  1  £ 
The  lilly  now  looks  pale,  where  blulh'd  the  rofe  -, 

My  fight's  impair'd,  my  body  wears  away, 
While  cruel  foes  hafte  on  the  fwift  decay  ! 

8  Far  hence,  ye  impious  crouds ;  the  Lord  hath  heard 

My  earneft  pray'r,  my  anguifh'd  foul  he  'as  chear'd ;  20 

9  My  earneft  pray'r  I've  not  preferr'd  in  vain; 
My  earneft  pray'r  my  God  will  not  difdain. 

10  Confufion  fhall  be  theirs,  that  vex  my  foul; 
Their  caufelefs  enmity  fhall  meet  controul ; 
With  fudden  terror  feiz'd,  lo  f  back  they  turn,  25 

No  more  I'm  harraft,  and  no  more  I  mourn. 

PSALM      VII. 

1  /"X  LORD  my  God,  whom  my  defence  I've  made, 
\^y  When  perfecuting  foes  my  life  invade, 

''Gainft  their  infidious  fchemes  that  life  defend, 
And  in  the  threat'ning  danger  ftand  my  friend. 

2  For  like  the  favage  monarch  of  the  wood,  5 
Whofe  fport  is  flaughter,  and  whofe  thirft  is  blood, 

If  thou  not  aidft  me  with  thy  faving  pow'r, 
Their  cruel  jaws  thy  fervant  will  devour. 

3  And  yet,  O  Lord,  if  I've  th'  offender  been, 

If  I've  not  kept  my  hands  from  rapine  clean  ;  10 

if, 


PSALM 


VIII. 


4  If,  when  my  friend  my  int'reft  has  purfued, 
I've  paid  his  friendship  with  ingratitude  ; 
(But  fure  a  nobler  way  I  always  chofe, 
And  oft  from  ruin  have  redeem'd  my  foes) 

5  'Gainft  me  let  my  fierce  enemy  fucceed,  1 5 
Down  in  the  earth  my  mangled  carcafe  tread, 

Be  on  the  vile  ingrate,  feverely  juft, 
And  lay  my  tarnim'd  honours  in  the  duft. 

6  But  thou,  O  Lord,  in  thy  dread  anger  rife  ; 

O  not  my  humble,  ardent  fuit,  defpife  ;  20 

In  all  thy  awful  majefty  array'd, 

Call  forth  thy  vengeance  to  thy  fervant's  aid. 

7  So  mall  the  people  tremble  at  thy  pow'r, 

And  thee  their  king,  and  thee  their  God,  adore. 

8  O  thou,  the  fov'reign  judge  of  all  mankind,  25 
Let  me,  as  I  am  guiltlefs,  mercy  find, 

Let  my  integrity  thy  pity  move  ; 

9  While  my  remorfelefs  foes  thy  juftice  prove  ; 

Thou  trieft  the  reins,  the  heart thy  fearching  eye 

The  foul's  moft  fecret  purpofe  can  defcry.  3© 

1  o  But  why  their  bitter  enmity  I  fear, 

When  fafely  guarded  by  th'  almighty's  care ; 

That  gracious  being  that  defends  the  good, 

And  pours  deftruttion  on  the  impious  proud  ? 
12  If  ftill  perverfely  they  refill  his  word,  35 

Lo  !  the  all -high  draws  his  avenging  fword  \ 

See  !  his  bow  ready  bent,  his  arrows  fly  ; 

The  wounded  finners  feel  his  wrath,  and  die. 

14  Such  the  refult  of  wickednefs  like  theirs ! 

With  fin  they  travail,  and  they  bring  forth  tears ;  4* 

Big  with  delufive  hopes  of  mighty  gains, 

Death's  the  reward  of  their  accurfed  pains. 

15  For  me  they  made  a  pit in  vain  they  made; 

To  the  fame  pit  they  are  themfelves  betray'd ; 

1 6  On  their  own  heads  their  threat'ned  mifchiefs  fall ;  45 
In  their  own  fnares  involv'd,  they  perifh  all. 

17  Therefore  to  heav'n's  high  Lord,  in  fongs  of  praife, 
Freed  from  their  toils,  my  tuneful  voice  I'll  raife  ; 
The  juft,  the  righteous  God  I'll,  grateful,  fing, 

And  ever  hymn  the  univerfal  king.  50 


A 


PSALM      VIII. 

READ  Jehovah  !  glorious  is  thy  name  ; 
According  worlds  it's  excellence  proclaim ; 


The 


P    5    A    L    M 


IX* 


The  glitt'ring  regions  of  the  fpangled  Iky 
Declare  thy  greatnefs  and  thy  majefty. 

2  How  vaft  thy  kindnefs  to  the  fons  of  men,  5 
E'en  in  our  helplefs  infancy  is  feen ; 

If  fuch  o'er  fuckiings  thy  paternal  care, 

The  wicked  fure  their  blafphemies  may  fpare. 

3  But  when  thy  wond'rous  works  above  I  fpy, 

The  glorious  canopy  that  hangs  on  high,  i  o 

Rejoicing  in  his  ftrength,  the  radiant  fun, 
With  her  attendant  orbs,  the  glimm'ring  moon  ; 

4  Who  can  the  depth  of  all  thy  goodnefs  fcan, 
Thy  free,  thy  vaft  benificence  to  man  ? 

That  we,  mere  things  of  earth,  thy  care  can  boaft,  1 5 

In  joy,  in  rapt'rous  wonder,  I  am  loft. 

5  With  glory  crown'd,  ours  is  the  fecond  place 
To  the  high  order  of  th'  angelic  race  ; 

6  Lord  of  this  lower  world,  a  wide  domain, 

O'er  all  the  creatures  of  thy  hand  we  reign ;  20 

7  The  lowing  herds,  the  bleating  flocks  obey, 
And  all  the  beafts  that  in  the  woodlands  ftray ; 

8  Ours  are  the  wing'd  inhabitants  above ; 
The  tribes  are  ours  that  in  old  ocean  rove : 

9  O  dread  Jehovah,  glorious  is  thy  name  :  25 
According  worlds  it's  excellence  proclaim. 

PSALM      IX. 

1  TT7ITH  heart  fincere,  thy  praife,  O  Lord,  Filling; 

V  V     Thy  wond'rous  works  extol,  my  God,  my  king : 

2  By  thee  fupported,  I'll  in  thee  rejoice  ; 

Thy  name,  thy  praife,  thy  pow'r,  mall  fill  my  voice.. 

3  Elate  in  vain,  my  vanquim'd  foes  are  fled ,  5 
They  periih  ;  lo  !  thy  prefence  ftrikes  them  dead  : 

4  For  thou  my  righteous  caufe  haft  made  thy  <Fwn, 
And  fpoke  thy  judgments  from  thy  awful  throne  - 

5  Thou  badft  the  heathen  give  their  madnefs  o'er ; 

By  thee  their  names  eras'd,  mail  live  no  more.  10 

6  Imperious  foe  ;  thy  menaces  are  void, 
Like  the  fack'd  cities,  by  thy  rage  deftroy'd. 

7  But  thou,  O  mighty  Lord,  ihalt  ever  reign, 
Thy  juft  tribunal  ever  malt  maintain ; 

8  By  righteous  a6ls  thy  faithful  people  fway,  1 5 
And  fhield  the  pious  fouls  who  thee  obey. 

9  A  certain  refuge  to  the  fore-oppreft, 

Thou>  when  thy  wif4om  wills,  ihalt  give  them  reft. 

Thee 


8  P    S    A    L    M      x. 

i  o  Thee  her  fupport  the  anguifh'd  foul  fhall  make, 

AfTur'd,  thy  fervants  thou  wilt  ne'er  forfake.  20 

!  i   Ye  fons  of  Sion,  his  high  name  extol ; 
Shout  forth  his  praifes  to  the  nations  all ; 

1 2  Not  unreveng'd  he  lets  the  guiltlefs  die, 

And,  when  the  humble  plains,  he  hears  his  cry. 

13  O  gracious  God,  whom  my  defence  I  found,  25 
When  impious  foes  breath'd  forth  deftrudlion  round, 
Preferve  me  ftill,  that  I  in  grateful  lays, 

'Midft  Salem's  joyous  throngs,  may  hymn  thy  praife. 

1 5  Fall'n  in  the  pit,  for  others  they  prepare, 

Entangled  in  their  toils,  the  heathen  are  :  30 

16  O  wond'rous  juftice  of  a  righteous  God  ! 
From  their  own  wily  acls  their  ruin  ftow'd. 

1 7  Thus  their  own  fchemes  their  own  deftruction  prove  ; 
Thus  perifh  they,  who  not  their  Maker  love, 

18  But  all,  who  humbly  on  their  God  rely,  35 
Want  not  his  aid,  when  in  diftrefs  they  cry. 

19  Yes,  Lord,  arife let  not  vain  man  prevail ; 

Convince  them,  that  thy  truth  will  never  fail ; 

20  Make  them  thy  fov'reign  pow'r,  thy  juftice  own  ; 

That  they're  but  men,  that  thou  art  God  alone.  40 

PSALM      X. 

1  /~V  GRACIOUS  God,  why  ftandeft  thou  afar  ? 
\J  Why  not  thy  poor  afflicled  fervant  hear  ? 

2  The  impious  aiheiji  perfecutes  the  juft  ; 
His  own  infidious  arts  he  makes  his  truft  : 

Shall  he  his  vile  infidious  arts  enjoy,  5 

And  wilt  not  thou  the  villain  brood  deftroy  ? 

3  See,  how  he  glories  in  his  wild  defires, 

And  loves  the  man  whom  vain  ambition  fires : 

4  Rig  with  his  hopes,  with  high  prefumption  fraught, 

Thee  he  denies,  thou  art  not  in  his  thought !  10 

5  Secure  in  fancied  happinefs  he  lives ; 

To  thy  dread  vengeance  bold  defiance  gives ; 
With  haughty  fcorn  looks  wrathful  on  his  foes, 
And  madly  bids  them  all  his  fchemes  oppole. 

6  "  Your  efforts  all,  (he  proudly  cries)  are  vain;  15 
"  To  life's  laft:  verge  my  pow'r  I  will  maintain, 

"  No  care,  no  anguifh,  mail  corrode  my  breaft  ; 
"  No  pain,  no  ficknefs,  fhall  deftroy  my  reft  ; 
"  In  all  the  bleffings  of  this  earth  I'll  flow, 
"  And  brave  the  higheft  vengeance  of  the  foe.''  20 

From 


P    S    A    L    M      x.  9 

j  From  his  vile  mouth  continual  curfes  fly; 
He  fmiles  at  perjury,  adores  a  lie, 
Thinks  it  his  higheft  honour,   to  deceive, 
And  is  in  rapture,  when  the  righteous  grieve. 

8  In  the  dark  corners  of  the  ftreet  he  lies,  25 
With  wond'rous  ikill  prepares  his  treacheries, 

T'  entrap  the  good,  he  fpends  the  live-long  night ; 
The  good,  the  conftant  objects  of  his  fpite. 

9  As  fkulks  the  lion  in  his  den,  and  waits, 

Till  in  his  jaws  fome  heedlefs  beaft  he  gets  ;  30 

So  crouches  he,  fo  lurks  in  ambufcade, 
The  blood  of  helplefs  innocence  to  fhed  ; 
With  what  malignant  joy  the  traitor  fmiles, 
When  once  they're  hamper' d  in  his  wily  toils  ? 

11  All  tmVhe  does,  and  blafphemoufly  proud,  35 
That  thou  regard'ft  him  not,  exults  aloud ; 

Boafts,  thou  his  impious  projects  wilt  not  fee ; 
That  right  and  'wrong  are  all  the  fame  to  thee. 

1 2  Arife,  O  God,  lift  thy  avenging  hand, 

Nor  let  the  poor  in  vain  thy  aid  demand,  40 

1 3  Why  fhou'd  the  wicked  thus  thy  wrath  defpife  ? 
Thou  careft  not  for  man,  prophane  he  cries. 

1 4  Sure  thou  haft  heard  his  boaft,  and  feen  his  rage  ; 
The  good  man's  caufe  thy  juftice  will  engage  ; 

To  thee  the  humble  plead  for  fwift  redrefs  ;  45 

Implore  thy  mercy  in  their  deep  diftrefs ; 
Own  thy  omnipotence,  thy  right  divine, 
And  that  to  punilh  wickednefs  is  thine. 

1 5  Break  then  his  arm,  O  Lord,  confound  his  pow'r  ; 
Deftroy  his  fchemes,  that  he  may  rage  no  more  ;  50 
Make  all  his  vile  imaginations  vain, 

Nor  let  his  crimes  difturb  our  peace  again. 

1 6  Then  fhalt  thou  have  o'er  all  eternal  fway  ; 
With  humble  awe  thy  people  fhall  obey  ; 
The  madnefs  of  the  heathen  then  fhall  ceafe, 
And  all  thy  righteous  fervants  dwell  in  peace. 

17  Thus  of  the  injur'd  poor,  the  pious  pray'r, 
All-clement  God,  thou  condefcend'll  to  hear  ; 
To  thee  they  weep,  to  thee  they  cry,  amain, 

Nor  are  their  pious  pray'rs  addreft  in  vain :  69 

18  That  of  th'  affli&ed  thou  affert  the  right 
Againft  th'  injuftice  of  the  man  of  might ; 
That  he,  abas'd  his  pride,  controul'd  his  pow'r^ 
May  be  the  fcourge  of  innocence  no  more. 

C  PSALM 


55 


io  PSALM      xi. 

P    S     A     L    M      XL 

i   TON  the  Lord  with  confidence  rely ; 
X   (Sure  is  the  aid  of  the  divinity). 
Why  then  d'ye  bid  my  foul  diftruft  his  pow'r, 
And  a  vain  refuge  in  the  hills  explore  ; 

Like  tim'rous  birds,  whofe  flight  betrays  their  fear,  c 

Who  fwiftly  fkim  the  ikies,  when  danger's  near  ? 

2  For  lo  !  th'  ungodly  bend  their  hoftile  bow  ; 
Their  arrows  ready  on  the  firing  they  fhew  ; 
With  private  fpite  they  at  the  righteous  aim, 

The  man,  whofe  confcious  heart  is  free  from  blame.  i  o 

3  But  thou'lt,  almighty  Lord,  their  fury  flay  ; 
The  righteous  thou'lt  protect,  who  thee  obey ; 
Thou  wilt  their  helplefs  innocence  defend  ; 
The  bow  with  fruitlefs  aim  th'  ungodly  bend. 

4  Thou  in  thy  hallow'd  temple  fit'ft  on  high  ;  15 
High  in  thy  heav'ns,  enthron'd  in  majefty, 

Full  in  thy  view  the  fcatter'd  nations  are  ; 
Howe'er  difpers'd,  they  all  employ  thy  care. 

5  Thine  eye  the  actions  of  the  good  man  views, 

The  bad  thro'  all  his  mazy  crimes  purfues  ;  20 

The  good  are  conftant  objects  of  thy  love  ; 
The  bad  thy  bitt'reft  indignation  prove. 

6  Thou  on  the  bad  doft  dire  deftruction  pour, 
Hear  !  the  black  tempefts  all  around  them  roar, 

Hark  !  the  loud  thunder  rattles  o'er  their  heads ;  25 

Lo  !  it's  fwift  fires  the  fulph'rous  lightning  fheds. 

7  But,  juft  thyfelf,  thou  call'fl:  the  juft  man  thine, 
And  bidfc  thy  mercy  on  the  upright  fhine. 

PSALM       XII. 

1  S~>k  LORD,  afiift  ;  for  faith,  for  honour's  flown  ; 
\.Jr  Our  Earth  they've  left,  and  fure  to  Heav'n  are  gone  : 

2  Now  each  man  to  delude  his  neighbour  tries ; 
Their  tongues  are  tipt  with  flatteries  and  lies. 

3  But  the  proud  tongue,  that  fpeaks  a  haughty  lie,  5 
The  falfc,  the  flattering  lip,  wilt  thou  deftroy : 

4  Who  fearlefs  fay  ;  "  Our  lips  are  fure  our  own  ; 
"  Be  by  our  perjur'd  tongues  our  courage  known  ; 
"  Our  villain -fchemes  undaunted  we'll  maintain  ; 

"  And  who  our  tongues  mail  curb,  our  lips  fhall  rein  ?"        10 

5  But  thou  fhalt  hear  th'  afflicled's  earned  figh? ; 
Thou  in  behalf  of  innocence  fhalt  rife ; 

'    Shalt 


PSALM      xin,    xiv.  ii 

Shalt  free  their  fouls  from  each  iniidious  fnare, 
And  heal  their  forrows  with  a  father's  care. 

6  For  in  thy  word,,  O  Lord,  we  reft  fecure,  i  - 
Thy  word,  than  pureft  filver  far  more  pure ; 

Than  lilver  {tv^n  times  by  the  fire  refin'd, 
It's  drofs  exhal'd,  and  fcatter'd  by  the  wind. 

7  Yes  ;  what  thy  honour  fpeaks,  wilt  thou  maintain  ; 

Their  righteous  fouls  in  all  their  griefs  fuftain ;  20 

From  this  degen'rate  race  wilt  fet  them  free, 
And  blefs  them  with  their  native  liberty. 

8  "  But  when  unjuft  and  impious  men  bear  fway, 
"  Then  vice  exults,  and  walks  in  open  day." 

PSALM      XIII. 

1    TJ  O  W  long  wilt  thou  my  troubled  foul  neglect, 
jfx    Nor  to  my  fervent  pray'r  have  due  refpect  ? 
How  long,  my  God,  thy  prefence  fliii  conceal, 
While  I  unutterable  anguifh  feel  ? 

How  long  thus  bootlefs  mall  I  yet  complain,  5 

While  fneer  my  cruel  foes,  and  mock  my  pain  ? 

3  O  hear,  while  I  thy  ftrength'ning  light  implore  ;     \ 
O  hear,  or  foon  thy  fervant  is  no  more  ; 

Death  foon  on  all  my  glories  cafts  a  made, 
.  And  foon  fhall  I  be  number'd  with  the  dead.  10 

4  Then  will  my  foes  triumphant  raife  their  voice,  ■ 
And  with  their  wonted  infolence  rejoice. 

5  But  ftill  I'll  place  my  confidence  in  thee  ; 
My  only  joy,  thy  faving  hand  fhall  be  ; 

6  By  thy  bleft  goodnefs  rais'd,  thy  praife  I'll  iing,  15 
And  hymn  thy  glorious  name,  eternal  king. 

PSALM      XIT. 

1  r  a  ^  H  E  impious  atheiji,  in  his  folly  proud, 

I      At  one  all-powerful  being  laughs  aloud. 
Corrupt  they're  all ;  from  virtue's  path  they  turn, 
And  in  the  quenchlefs  fires  of  lull  they  burn  ; 
Their  mocking  crimes,  their  curft  impieties,  5 

Demand  tremendous  vengeance  from  the  Ikies. 

2  Th'  All-high  looks  down  from  his  etherial  throne, 
To  fee,  if  man  his  fov'reign  pow'r  will  own  ; 

If  yet  the  fons  of  earth  accept  his  fvvay, 

His  name  revere,  and  his  dread  will  obey.  10 

C  2  Ah 


12  PSALM      xv,    xvi. 

3  Ah  no  f  not  one they  'gainft  their  God  confpire, 

Purfue  the  dictates  of  each  wild  defire, 

In  filthy  fcenes  their  precious  hours  employ, 
And  make  their  fhocking  crimes  their  horrid  joy. 

4  Does  then  rank  frenzy  o'er  the  wicked  reign,  15 
That  they  fuch  hideous  blafphemy  maintain, 

That  they  my  people,  as  their  prey,  devour, 
And,  obftinate,  rejecl  almighty  pow'r  ? 

5  But  Hill  their  wretched  hearts  fhall  make  with  fear, 

For,  where  the  righteous  are,  God's  always  near,  20 

The  refuge  of  the  juft  he'll  conftant  prove  ; 
The  humble  foul  is  fure  to  have  his  love ; 

6  And,  while,  ye  wicked,  you  her  hopes  deride, 
Falls  direful  vengeance  on  your  impious  pride. 

7  From  Sun's  hill,  O  that  the  Lord  wou'd  fend  25 
His  fpeedy  aid,  and  Jacob's  fons  defend  ; 

Wou'd  his  own  people  from  their  bondage  free, 

And  give  them  back  their  long'd-for  liberty  ; 

Then  fhou'd  the  race  of  Ifrael  fhout  for  joy, 

And  their  glad  tongues  in  grateful  hymns  employ.  30 

PSALM       XV. 

1  TT7HO  in  thy  glorious  temple,  Lord,  fhall  dwell, 

VV      And  who  fhall  reft  upon  thy  holy  hill  ? 

2  E'en  he,  who  holds  fimplicity  of  heart. 

And  from  thy  righteous  judgments  dreads  to  part; 

Whofe  faithful  tongue,  indignant  of  a  lie,  5 

Wounds  not  his  neighbour's  peace  with  calumny  ; 

Whofe  thoughts  no  mifchief  'gainft  a  foe  intend  ; 

Who  vents  no  killing  flander  'gainft  a  friend  : 

4  Who  fhuns  the  wicked,  and  detefts  their  ways ; 

But,  honours  him,  that  heav'ns  high  will  obeys ;  10 

Who'll  to  the  indigent  his  help  afford, 

And  lofe  his  int'reft,  ere  he'll  break  his  word. 

5  Who  with  a  modeft  income  is  content, 
Nor  takes  reward  againft  the  innocent ; 

By  acls  like  thefe,  who  can  his  duty  prove,  1 5 

Shall  live  for  ever  with  his  God  above. 


P 


PSALM      XT1. 

RESERVE  me,  Lord on  thy  bleft  pow'r  relies 

My  fervent  foul,  and  to  thy  goodnefs  flies. 

Yet 


F     S     A     L     M       xvii.  13 

Yet  not  to  thee  my  faithful  works  extend; 

Weak  tho'  I  am,  an  aiding  hand  I'll  lend 

To  thofe  dear  faints,  in  virtue  that  excel,  r 

Their  hope,  their  joy,  their  pride,  with  thee  to  dwell. 

4  But  haplefs  they,  who  not  in  thee  will  trull, 
And  think  their  hopes  in  fancied  gods  are  juft  ! 
Their  bloody  facrifices  I'll  difdain, 

Nor  mall  their  impious  names  my  lips  profane.  I  o 

5  No  ;  rather  in  thy  pow'r  fecure  I'll  Hand  ; 
Receive  my  lot,  my  portion,  from  thy  hand : 

6  O  bleffed  lot !  O  heavenly  retreat ! 

In  fields  of  faireft  flow'rs  is  fix'd  my  feat ; 

Plac'd  as  I  am  therein  by  hands  divine,  1 5 

A  fcene  of  endlefs  happinefs  is  mine. 

7  Therefore  my  foul  with  gratitude  o'erflows  ; 
By  thee  infpir'd,  with  heav'nly  ardour  glows  ; 

8  I  feel  the  prefent  God,  that  guards  my  fteps ; 

My  high-enraptur'd  heart  within  me  leaps ;  20 

My  infirm  body  trembles  with  the  joy, 
And  my  whole  fyftem  proves  the  ecftafy. 

I  o  For  from  the  gloomy  horrors  of  the  grave, 

Thy  holy,  thy  anointed  one,  thou'lt  fave  ; 

From  dreary  darknefs  thou  his  foul  wilt  free,  25 

Nor  mall  thy  chofen  vile  corruption  fee  : 

I I  The  blifsful  paths  of  life  thou'lt  to  him  mew, 
Where  in  thy  prefence  joys  for  ever  flow  ; 
Where  in  full  ftreams  immortal  pleafures  roll, 

From  thy  right-hand,  to  fill  the  ravifh'd  foul.  30 

PSALM       XVII. 

1  T"\  O  thou,  juft  God,  a  juft  man's  pray'r  attend ; 

1  3    O  liften  to  the  cry  that  comes  unfeign'd ; 

2  At  thy  tribunal  David  afks  redrefs, 
With  pitying  eye  behold  his  fad  diftrefs. 

3  Oft  haft  thou  prov'd  me  in  the  filent  night,  £ 
And  found  the  purpofe  of  my  heart  was  right ; 

Oft  view'd  my  fecret  foul,  and  found,  in  nought 
My  tongue  e'ar  difFer'd  from  my  inmoft  thought. 

4  Thy  word  my  rule,  and  govern'd  by  thy  fear ; 

I  from  the  works  of  impious  men  kept  clear.  1  o 

5  O  ftill  preferve  me  in  the  path  I've  trod ; 
O  let  me  firmly  tread,  all-gracious  God. 

6  Thee  have  I  oft  invok'd,  for  thou  wilt  hear ; 
Lift,  while  I  plead  ;  incline  thy  gracious  ear : 

Shew 


14  f     S     A     L     M       xviii.     • 

7  Shew  me  thy  mercy,  thou,  whofe  potent  arm  15 
Defends  the  foul,  that  trufts  in  thee,  from  harm. 

8  Thy  wings  protectful  o'er  my  fteps  extend  ; 
Me,  as  the  apple  of  the  eye,  defend 

9  From  that  abandon'd  crew,  my  peace  that  wound  ; 

From  thofe  my  foes,  that  compafs  me  around  ;  20 

I  o  Who,  with  their  wealth  elate,  forget  their  God, 

And  in  their  guilt  are  infolently  proud. 

I I  In  ev'ry  fecret  place  they  lay  the  fnare  ; 

And  'gainfl  my  life  their  wily  fchemes  prepare  : 

12  Like  to  the  lion,  that  expects  his  prey,  25 
Or  like  his  whelp,  they  keep  my  foul  at  bay. 

13  Arife,  O  Lord  ;  confound  their  villainy  ; 
From  their  deftruclive  toils  thy  fervant  free  ; 

1 4  Thy  fword  they  are  ;  thy  wifdom  lets  them  reign  ; 

Thou  giv'lt  them  here  a  wide,  a  large  domain,  30 

In  wealth  they  flow,  and,  when  they  breathe  no  more, 
Their  num'rous  fons  poffefs  their  mining  iiore. 

15  For  me,  by  innocence  of  heart  I'll  ffrive 
Still  in  thy  favour,  in  thy  light,  to  live  ; 

Enough,  O  gracious  God,  enough  for  me  35 

To  view  in  bliis  thy  glorious  majeny. 

PSALM       XVIIL 

1  f*\  SOV1 REIGN  Lord,  whom  my  fupport  I  prove, 
\^J?  Be  thou  the  conftant  object  of  my  love. 

2  My  rock  of  fafety  thou,  my  ltrong  defence, 
The  God,  the  guardian  of  my  innocence, 

My  hope,  my  folace,"  in  my  fore  diftrefs,  5 

My  fhield,  my  .buckler,  when  my  foes  opprefs. 

3  Thee  I'll  invoke  ;  for  worthy  thou  of  praife, 
Thou  in  her  griefs  my  drooping  foul  didft  raife  ; 

4  Hemm'd  in  with  dangers,  in  diftrefs  I  lay, 

Death  with  his  direful  fnares  befet  my  way  ;  1  o 

Down  to  the  dreary  fhades,  the  fields  below, 
Caught  in  his  fatal  toils,  I  fear'd  to  go  ; 

6  When  to  my  God  in  confidence  I  pray'd, 
Preferr'd  my  fad  complaint,  implor'd  his  aid. 

7  Nor  were  my  fad  complaints  in  vain  preferr'd  -,  15 
Soon  on  his  awful  throne  my  voice  he  heard ; 

Lo  !  trembles  earth  at  the  vindictive  God  ; 
Th'  affrighted  hills  from  their  foundations  nod  ; 

8  From  his  dread  noftrils  clouds  of  fmoke  arife  j 

From  out  his  mouth  a  fire  confuming  flies ;  20 

He 


PSALM      xvm;  i5 

9  He  bows  the  Heav'ns ;  he  leaves  his  awful  feat ; 
He  comes  ;  thick  mifty  vapours  cloath  his  feet : 

10  "  On  flaming  Cherubs  royally  he  rode  ; 

"  On  wings  of  winds  came  flying  all  abroad  j" 

1 1  Tremendous  darknefs  his  dread  prefence  fhrouds ; 
Surround  him  waters,  and  involve  him  clouds  :  25 

1 2  From  his  bright  eyes  burft  forth  a  radiant  light, 
That  drives  the  darknefs,  and  difpels  the  night ; 
Then  falls  of  rattling  hail  a  dreadful  fhow'r, 

And  flakes  of  fire  their  glaring  volumes  pour.  30 

1 3  But  when  the  Lord  his  awful  filence  broke  ; 
High  heav'n  with  all  it's  deep  artillery  fnook; 
Earth  was  aftonifh'd  at  the  pouring  flood, 
And  with  his  rapid  lightnings  aether  glow'd. 

14  Thro'  the  vail  void  his  flaming  arrows  fly,  35 
And  flafh  on  flafh  redoubles,  to  deflroy  : 

15  The  gaping  Earth  her  fecret  fources  fhews, 
Whence  fprings  the  fountain,  when  the  riv'let  flows  ; 
And,  fo  great  terror  at  his  wrath  me  feels, 

Trembling,  her  own  foundations  me  reveals.  40 

16  He  from  above  reach'd  forth  his  aiding  hand  ; 
Me,  finking  in  the  waters,  he  fuftain'd  ; 

1 7  Repuls'd  the  madnefs  of  my  mighty  foes, 
Their  wiles  eluded,  and  difpers'd  my  woes  ; 

1 8  And,  when  with  all  their  malice  they  aiTaii'd,  45 
Vain  were  their  fchemes 1  in  my  God  prevaiPd. 

1 9  Me  did  he  reinftate  in  liberty, 

And,  'caufe  he  lov'd  his  fervant,  fet  him  free. 

20  For  well  my  honeft  humble  heart  he  inew, 

And  deem'd  the  favours  he  befcow'd,  my  due  :  50 

2 1  That  in  his  righteous  ways  I  conftant  trod,  - 
Nor  with  the  wicked  wou'd  forfake  my  God  ; 

22  His  ftatutes  long  with  reverence  obey'd, 
And  never  from  his  dread  behefls  had  ftray'd  ; 

23  Had  kept  my  foul  from  fraud,  from  falfnood  free,  r- 
Had  loatlfd  the  paths  of  guilt,  of  infamy  : 

24  Therefore  my  life  with  juflice  he  regards, 
And  with  a  bounteous  hand  my  truth  rewards ; 
Therefore  his  favour  and  his  love  he  fhew'd, 

And  bleffings  namelefs,  numberlefs,  beftov/d.  60 

25  For  who  with  thee  conforms  in  heart  and  mind,  * 
Thee  with  the  holy  iliall  they  holy  find, 

That  to- the  perfeft  thou  wilt  perfect- be, 

26  And  the  juil  man  mall  jufdce  have  from  thee  : 

But 


i6  PSALM      xviii. 

But  that  the  froward  fouls,  who  wilful  deal  6c 

In  wily  fchemes,  fhall  thy  refentment  feel. 

27  For,  when  in  mifery  the  humble  grieve, 
Thy  pow'rful  hand  is  ready  to  relieve, 

And,  when  with  haughty  fcorn  the  wicked  glow, 

Thou'lt  check  their  high  difdain,  and  bring  them  low         70 

28  Me  in  adverfity  thou'ft  oft  fuftain'd, 

My  lamp  haft  lighted,  when  the  darknefs  reign'd. 

29  My  leader  thou,  tho'  armed  hofts  afTail, 

I'll  break  thro'  all,  and  in  thy  pow'r  prevail : 

Sure  of  Succefs,  on  their  full  ranks  I'll  fall,  75 

And  fcale  the  higheft  turret  of  the  wall. 

30  For,  when  the  righteous,  in  thy  caufe  unite, 
Thy  word  is  promis'd  to  defend  the  right ; 
Thy  word,  far  purer  than  the  pureft  gold, 

Clofe,  as  a  buckler,  to  my  breaft  I'll  hold  ;  80 

With  firmeft  hope  I'll  on  thy  word  rely, 
Spring  on  the  foe,  and  fnatch  the  victory : 

3 1  For  who  is  Lord,  or  who  is  God,  but  thee  ? 
Who  elfe  has  pow'r,  has  might,  has  majefty  ? 

32  Thou  giv'ft  me  ftrength  againft  the  foe,  O  God  ;  $5 
To  heav'nly  wifdom  pomteft  out  the  road  ; 

33  Thou  giv'ft  me,  fwifter  than  the  hart  to  fly, 
And  far  from  danger  placeft  me  on  high  : 

34  InftrucYft  my  hand,  the  ufe  of  arms  to  know, 

To  dart  the  jav'lin,  and  to  wield  the  bow.  90 

3  5  My  rock  of  fafety  thou,  my  pow'rful  might ; 
Thy  ftrong  right-hand  protects  me  in  the  fight ; 

36  Thou  clear'ft  my  road  thro'  the  impervious  way; 
My  tott'ring  Feet,  where  fnares  entrap,  doft  ftay  ; 

37  Doft  to  my  foul  true  fortitude  impart ;  95 
Soon  feel  my  fainting  foes  the  deadly  dart ; 

38  Soon  at  my  feet  my  mercy  they  implore, 

Sink  with  their  wounds,  and  fall,  to  rife  no  more. 

39  Thro'  all  my  limbs  new  ftrength  doft  thou  infufe  ; 

My  ardent  foul  the  gen'rous  chace  purfues';  100 

40  I'm  all  on  fire  ;  my  foes  I  foon  deftroy ; 
Difmay'd,  dejected,  from  my  arms  they  fly  ; 

41  They  call  for  fuccour,  but  no  fuccour's  near ; 
To  thee  they  call,  hut  thou  difdain'ft  to  hear ; 

42  Swift,  I  purfue,  and  follow  clofe  behind  ;  1 05 
Swift  they  difperfe,  like  duft  before  the  wind  ; 

And,  like  the  filthy  rubbifh  of  the  ftreet, 
J  fpurn  their  bodies  with  triumphant  feet. 

Thus 


PSALM      xix. 


x7 


43  Thus  from  their  hoftile  rage  thou  fet'ft  me  free, 

And  crown'ft  me  with  imperial  dignity  ;  no 

E'en  o'er  the  heathen  giv'ft  unbounded  fway, 
And  bidll  the  diftant  realms  my  rule  obey  ; 

44  The  diftant  realms  fubmiflive  own  my  right, 

45  Diftruft  their  caftles,  and  decline  the  fight. 

46  Praife,  might  and  majefty  to  thee,  O  Lord  ;  115 
Thou  didft  thy  pow'rful  help  to  me  afford ; 

47  Didft  'gainft  my  foes  my  injur 'd  caufe  maintain, 
And  gav'ft  me  o'er  thy  favour'd  tribes  to  reign ; 

48  Thou  bidft  the  tumults  of  the  wicked  ceafe, 

DiftracYft  their  counfels,  and  commandeft  peace  1  1 20 

49  Therefore  amid  the  nations  I'll  proclaim, 
In  fongs  of  gratitude,  thy  glorious  name  ; 

50  For  to  thy  chofen,  thy  anointed  king 

Didft  thou,  in  his  difmay,  deliv'rance  bring, 

Haft  crown'd  his  days  with  glory  and  fuccefs,  1 25 

And  ftill  his  lateft  progeny  wilt  blefs. 

PSALM       XIX. 

1  *  I  '^  H  E  fpaCious  firmament,  that  hangs  on  high, 

JL       The  fplendid  glories  of  the  fpangled  Iky, 
Fix'd  in  due  order,  clad  in  bright  array, 
.  The  great,  th'  almighty  architect,  difplay. 

2  From  day  to  day,  from  night  to  night,  they  roll,  5 
And  pour  conviction  on  the  humble  foul : 

3  In  them,  furpriz'd,  the  various  nations  hear 
The  mighty  God  his  ruling  pow'r  declare  : 

4  To  regions  moft  remote  aloud  they  found  ; 

Their  voice  extends  to  earth's  extremeft  bound.  10 

5  High  'bove  the  reft,  in  his  full  radiance  gay, 
Comes  forth  th'  englad'ning  fun,  to  gild  the  day ; 
Like  a  young  bridegroom,  who*  to  charm  his  fair, 
Adorns  his  body  with  the  niceft  care  j 

Exulting,  like  a  giant,  in  his  force,  1 £ 

He  runs  with  vaft  rapidity,  his  courfe. 

6  See,   from  the  eaft  his  rofy  car  he  drives  % 
Lo  !  nature  at  his  joyous  beams  revives ; 
See,  o'er  the  wide  expanfe  he  wheels  his  way ; 

The  whole  creation  at  his  prefence  gay.  2© 

7  But  not  alone  thefe  wonders  ftrike  with  awe  ; 
The  Lord's  as  glorious  in  his  facred  law ; 
His  laws,  which  ftricleft  purity  impart, 

His  word  that  giveth  wifdom  to  the  heart ; 

D  His 


8     ■  PSALM 


xx. 


8  His  ftatutes  that  rejoice  the  humble  foul,  25 

His  judgments  that  the  ways  of  fin  controul, 
His  precepts  that  enlight  the  pious  breaft, 
His  holy  fear,  that  ihall  for  ever  laft. 

10  With  them  not  e'en  the  richeft  fweets  compare  ; 

Than  gold,  than  gems,  of  nobler  price  they  are ;  30 

1 1  By  them  thy  fervant  rules  his  inmoft  thought, 
And  the  bright  road  to  happinefs  is  taught. 

1 2  Yet  who  the  errors  of  his  heart  can  tell, 
How  oft  'gainft  thee  his  fecret  thoughts  rebel ; 

What  vain  ideas  in  his  fancy  play,  35 

And  o'er  each  word,  each  action,  hold  the  fway  ? 
O  cleanfe  thy  fervant  from  the  great  offence  ; 

13  O  let  him  keep  his  truth,  his  innocence  ; 

O  from  prefumptuous  guilt  preferve  him  free, 

And  firm  him  in  his  own  fimplicity.  40 

14  Grant,  dear  redeemer,  this  my  fervent  pray'r  ; 
Whate'er  my  words,  my  meditations  are, 

To  thee  may  they,  a  grateful  incenfe,  rife, 
And  meet  with  kind  acceptance  from  thy  eyes-. 

PSALM       XX. 

1  ^TTHEN  troubles  hem  thee  round,  when  foes  diftrefs, 

V  V      And  thou  to  heav'n  thy  fervent  pray'r  addrefs, 
To  thee  a  M'ning  ear  th'  almighty  lend, 
Thee  by  his  name  may  Jacob's  God  defend  : 

2  From  his  refplendent  throne  affiftance  give,  5 
From  Sions  facred  temple  bid  thee  live  ; 

3  Thy  victims  at  his  altar  not  forget ; 
And  thy  oblations  gracioufly  accept ; 

4  Grant  to  thy  heart's  defire  the  afk'd  fuccefs, 

Difpel  thy  woes,  and  all  thy  counfels  blefs.  co 

5  And  when  th'  almighty  God  has  given  his  aid, 
And  crown'd  with  conqueft  thy  anointed  head, 
We'll  join  thy  triumphs  with  according  voice, 
And  in  thy  great  deliv'rer  we'll  rejoice. 

6  For  well  we  know  thou  art  th'  eternal's  care,  1 5 
Tliat  from  his  lofty  throne  thy  fuit  he'll  hear  ; 

That  not  in  vain  thou'lt  on  his  pow'r  rely ; 
His  ftrong  right-hand  will  give  thee  victory. 

7  Let  the  proud  heathen  in  their  cars  confide, 

And  on  their  harneft'd  fteeds  exulting  ride  ;  20 

Be  they  their  empty  boaft more  wifely  we 

Depend,  O  God,  on  thy  great  name  and  thee. 

Their 


P    S    A    L    M      xxzT  19 

I  Their  harneft'd  fteeds,  their  falchion'd  chariots  fail, 

Nor  in  the  day  of  deep  diftrefs  prevail ; 

See,  low  they  fall,  while,  in  thy  pow'r  we  rife,  25 

And  fnatch  the  conquer!:  from  our  enemies. 
5  Save  us  and  hear on  thee  we  call,  O  Lord ; 

While  thou  thy  ftrong  protection  wilt  aiFord, 

We  dare  the  menac'd  battle  of  the  foe  ; 

Fruitlefs,  he  darts  the  fpear,  and  bends  the  bow.  30 

PSALM      XXL 

1  QAV'D  by  thy  hand,  triumphant  in  thy  pow'r, 
i^  The  king  ihall  thee  in  gratitude  adore. 

By  thee  fupported  in  the  doubtful  day, 
To  thee  the  tribute  of  his  praife  ihall  pay  : 

2  Ne'er,  when  with  fuppliant  voice  to  thee  he  pray'd,  5 
Didft  thou  deny  in  his  diftrefs  thy  aid ; 

Ne'er,  when  his  lips  pour'd  forth  his  heart's  deiire,' 
Fruitlefs  did  he  the  humble  boon  require, 

3  Of  all  the  bounties  of  thy  love  poffeft, 

Above  the  warmeft  of  his  wifhes  bleft,  •«  1  o 

A  golden  diadem  furrounds  his  head, 

Whofe  glitt'ring  gems  their  bright  effulgence  fhed. 

4  For  life  he  aik'd thou  more  than  life  haft  giv'n, 

A  life  of  immortality  in  he.av'n. 

5  Eternal  honours  does  thy  hand  beftow  ;  15 
Eternal  glories  from  thy  goodnefs  flow; 

6  Eternal  blifs  thou  giv'ft  without  alloy, 
Thy  glad'ning  prefence  ever  to  enjoy. 

7  For  thou  the  anchor  of  his  hope  fhalt  be; 

His  truft  he'll  place,  all-pow'rful  God,  in  thee.  20 

8  Thy  foes  thy  hand  vindictive  foon  ihall  feel ; 
Vainly  from  thee  wou'd  they  themfelves  conceal ; 

9  For,  like  the  fire,  which  in  the  furnace  roars, 
And  the  dry  fuel,  greedily  devours, 

On  their  devoted  heads  thy  judgments  fall,  25 

And  thy  tremendous  wrath  conlumes  them  all ; 

I  o  Their  names  are  loft  among  the  fons  of  men, 

And  none  will  dare  to  fay  they've  ever  been. 

I I  'Gainft  thee  their  fraudful  villainies  they  fchem'd ; 

And,  boaftful,  of  their  high  fuccefs  they  dream'd  :  30 

1 2  Therefore  from  thee  ihall  they  attempt  to  fly, 
Yet  by  the  arrows  of  thy  vengeance  die, 

13  Yes,  Lord  ;  in  all  thy  majefty  arife, 
Exert  thy  ftrength  againft  thine  enemies  :  , 

D  2  So 


20  F    S    A    L     M      xxn. 

So  mall  the  pious  tribes  thy  name  adore,  35 

And  in  continued  anthems  hail  thy  pow'r. 

PSALM      XXII. 

1  TT  J  H  Y  does  my  God  forfake  me  ?  will  no  more 

W      Thy  goodnefs  aid  me,  when  I  life  implore  ? 

2  The  tedious  day,  the  live-long  night  I  figh  ; 
In  vain  ;  thy  faving  pow'r  does  ftill  deny. 

3  Yet  art  thou  holy,  O  thou  fov'reign  king  ;  r 
Thy  praife  the  fons  of  Sion  conftant  fing  ; 

4  On  thee  our  fathers  in  their  woes  relied, 

On  thee  they  call'd,  nor  was  thy  aid  denied. 

5  Their  only  folace  in  their  fore  diftrefs, 

Benign  thou  heard'ft  their  pray'r,  and  didft  redrefs.  10 

6  But  I'm  a  worm no  man  am  I the  croud 

With  jeers  infult  me,  and  reproach  aloud  ; 

7  With  killing  fcorn,  who  meet  me  in  the  way, 
Shoot  out  the  lip  and  make  the  head,  and  fay  ; 

8  "  In  God  he  plac'd  his  empty  confidence  ;  i£ 
"  The  Lord  he  boafted  for  his  fure  defence  ; 

"  Since  Heav'n  his  glory,  his  delight  he  made, 
"  Let  him  fupport  him  now,  and  grant  him  aid.1' 

9  But  fure,  when  in  the  dreary  womb  I  lay, 

Thy  goodnefs  gave  me,  to  enjoy  the  day ;  20 

When  a  weak  helplefs  infant  at  the  breaft, 
Thou  waft  my  God,  and  with  thy  favour  blefl : 

1 1  Now  then,  when  only  thou  canft  comfort  give, 
Let  me  fecure  in  thy  proteftion  live. 

12  Wild  bulls  of  Bajhan  compafs  me  around  ;  25 
Me  they  befet,  and  meditate  the  wound  ; 

j  3  On  me  they  gape,  and  threaten  to  devour, 
And,  like  to  fierce  and  famifh'd  lions,  roar. 

1 4  My  blood  flows  out ;  fhrunk  up  is  ev'ry  vein  ; 

My  feeble  joints,  my  body  fcarce  fuftain  ;  30 

My  trembling  tortur'd  heart  forgets  to  beat  j 
It  melts,  like  wax  diffolving  in  the  heat : 

1 5  Like  a  mere  potfherd,  am  I  dried  away ; 

My  ftrength  is  loft  ;  my  weaken'd  limbs  decay  ; 

Clofe  to  my  lhrivel'd  jaws  my  tongue  does  cleave,  3  - 

And  lo  !  I  totter  o'er  the  gaping  grave. 
?  6  For  the  whole  impious  rout  enclofe  me  round  ; 

And,  like  fell  wolves,  my  wretched  body  wound. 
jy  They  pierce  my  hands my  feet fo  lank  I'm  grown, 

With  eafe  may  be  diftinguithfd  bone  from  bone.  40 

With 


PSALM      xxn; 


21 


With  the  fad  view  they  glut  their  rav'ning  eye, 

And  feed  their  cruel  hearts  with  horrid  joy. 
s3  My  various  garments  'mongft  them  they  divide, 

And,  whofe  my  vefture,  by  the  lot  is  tried, 
in  But,  gracious  Lord,  thy  pleading  fervant  hear,  45 

And  hafte  my  fad  afflicted  foul  to  chear, 

20  Drive  back  the  fword  of  my  aflaulting  foes ; 
The  fury  of  thefe  rav'ning  wolves  oppofe  ; 

2 1  O  fave  me,  fave  me  from  the  lions  jaws, 

And  with  thy  ftrongeft  might  fupport  my  caufe.  50 

22  From  death  redeem'd,  thy  goodnefs  I'll  proclaim, 
And  in  the  glad  afTembly  hymn  thy  name. 

23  Ye  humble  fouls,  that  fear  the  Lord,  rejoice  ; 
Ye  fons  of 'Jacob,  raife  the  tuneful  voice  ; 

In  feftal  hymns  fet  forth  his  faving  pow'r,  55 

In  fongs  of  joy  his  clemency  adore  : 

24  For,  when  th'  afflicted  in  fad  anguifh  cried, 
With  fcorn  he  heard  not,  nor  his  aid  denied  ; 
Nor  from  his  mis'ries  turn'd  his  face  away, 

But  to  his  troubled  foul  reftor'd  the  day.  60 

25  Therefore  his  praifes  mall  employ  my  tongue, 
And  all  the  pious  tribes  lhall  join  the  fong. 

26  The  humbly  meek,  that  feek  th'  almighty  Lord, 
Who've  long  his  glorious  attributes  ador'd, 

With  joy  fhall  at  his  facred  banquet  feed,  65 

And  fatisfy  their  foul  with  living  bread. 

27  Yes ;  all  the  nations  of  the  world  lhall  own 
His  pow'r,  lhall  worfhip  'fore  his  awful  throne ; 
Earth's  fartheft  bounds  his  ftatutes  (hall  obey, 

And  with  according  voice  avow  his  fway  :  70 

28  Earth's  fartheft  bounds  are  fubjecl  to  his  pow'r, 
And  he's  the  univerfal  governor. 

29  The  rich,  the  mighty,  at  his  board  lhall  lit, 
And  blefs  his  fov'reign  bounty,  while  they  eat ; 

The  poor,  juft  finking  to  the  fhades  below,  75 

'Fore  him  in  humble  adoration  bow. 

30  A  feed  lhall  ferve  him,  and  his  name  adore, 
And  be  accounted  bis,  till  time's  no  more  ; 

3 1  To  people  yet  unborn  his  works  proclaim,  ' 

Difplay  the  wonders  of  his  holy  name  ;  80 

His  dread  inflictions  on  the  haughty  proud, 
His  ever-flowing  mercy  on  the  good, 

PSALM 


22  PSALM      xxin,     xxiv: 

PSALM      XXIII. 

j  it  ^ipHE  bounteous  Lord  my  paftures  mall  prepare, 
"      JL       And  feed  his  fervant  with  a  fhepherd's  care  :" 

2  In  a  gay  verdant  plain,  with  flow'rs  o'erfpread, 
Where  nature  furnimes  her  fofteft  bed ; 

Where  the  clear  ftream  in  fmooth  meanders  flows,  5 

He  bids  me  take  a  fweet,  ferene  repofe. 

3  When  in  erroneous  paths  I  fimply  ftray, 
His  gracious  goodnefs  leads  me  in  the  way; 
Recals  my  wand'ring  fteps,  and  points  the  road, 

The  even  path  his  David  fhou'd  have  trod.  10 

4  Yea  ;  tho'  the  gloomy  vale  of  death  I  tread, 
Where  dreary  horrors  compafs  round  my  head, 
E'en  there  no  fatal  ills  my  foul  betide, 

Thy  rod,  thy  ftaff,  my  comfort  and  my  guide. 

5  Vainly  my  foes  with  hell-born  envy  burn  ;  15 
The  choicer!  cates  my  loaded  board  adorn, 

My  chearful  bowls  are  fill'd  with  pureft  wine, 
And  round  my  brows  thy  richeft  ointments  fhine. 

6  And,  while  my  breath  infpires  this  vital  clay, 

On  thee  fecure  I'll  reft,  for  ever  gay  ;  20 

Thy  truth,  thy  mercy,  mall  protect  me  ftill, 
And  conftant  I'll  attend  thy  holy  hill. 

PSALM       XXIF. 

1  r  I  '  H  E  fpacious  earth,  and  what  the  earth  contains, 

\       Are  heav'n's  high  Lord's -o'er  the  wide  world  he 

O'er  the  wide  world  extends  his  boundlefs  fway  ;         [reigns; 
The  wild,  the  wife,  the  wretched  and  the  gay, 
The  poor,  the  rich,  howe'er  difpers'd  they  are,  5 

Are  bis,  and  feel  his  providential  care. 

2  He  on  the  feas  this  folid  earth  hath  plac'd  ; 
He  on  the  raging  floods  has  fix'd  her  faft  ; 
In  vain  the  waters  rife,  the  billows  roar, 

He  braves  their  fury,  and  defies  their  pow'r.  1  o 

3  All  then  is  God's but  one  empyreal  throne, 

Sublime  above  all  heights,  has  made  his  own. 
Thither  can  man  afcend  ?  is  man  fo  bleft, 

As  near  his  maker  on  his  hill  to  reft  ? 

4  Yes  ;  he  whofe  honeft  heart  from  guilt  is  clear,  1 5 
Whofe  hands  are  fpotlefs,  and  his  tongue  fmcere ; 

Who  fhuns  of  vanity  the  baneful  road, 
Nor  to  deceitful  oaths  attefts  his  God  j 

He 


F '     S     A     L     M       xxv: 


23 


r  He  with  his  gracious  prefence  ihall  be  bleft  j- 

He  on  his  holy  hill  ihall  ever  reft  ;  2o 

6  This,  this  is  truth,  the  way  to  heav'n  is  this,-—- 
The  certain  road  to  everlafting  blifs. 

7  Ye  doors,  that  on  eternal  hinges  turn, 

Ye  Aiming  gates,  which  fparkling  gems  adorn  j 

The  king  of  glory  comes,  by  all  ador'd,  25 

Ope  wide  your  portals  and  receive  your  Lord. 

8  This  king  of  glory  who  ?  what  royal  gueft 
In  thefe  our  facred  manfions  deigns  to  reft  ? 

E'en  he,  the  mighty  God,  whole  ftrong  right-hand 
Has  o'er  th'  extended  univerfe  command  ;  30 

Whofe  force  in  vain  embattl'd  ranks  oppofe, 
-  Who  comes  triumphant  o'er  his  vanquiih'd  foes. 

9  Ye  doors  that  on  eternal  hinges  turn, 

Ye  mining  gates,  which  fparkling  gems  adorn  j 

The  king  of  glory  comes,  by  all  ador'd  ;  35 

Ope  wide  your  portals,  and  receive  your  Lord. 

10  This  king  of  glory  who  ? enquire  no  more 

That  fov'reign  being  of  unbounded  pow'r  j 

That  God  encircled  round  with  majefty- 

The  Lord  of  hofts the  king  of  glory,  he.  40 

PSALM       XXV. 

i  '  I  *  O  thee  alone,  O  fov'reign  Lord,  I  cry ; 
A      2  On  thee  alone,  my  gracious  God,  rely ; 
O  free  my  foul  from  fhame,  nor  let  my  foes 
Infulting  fay  ;  a  va:n  fupport  I  chofe. 

3  No  ;  meet  not  they,  that  wait  on  thee,  with  fhame  ;  5 
That  love  thy  ftatutes,  that  revere  thy  name  : 

Be  fhame  their  deftin'd  lot,  who  thee  defpife  ; 
Who  truft  in  fraud,  in  villainy,  in  lies. 

4  Me  in  life's  devious  road  benignly  lead, 

That  I  fecurely  in  thy  paths  may  tread  ;  10 

:5  Shew  me  thy  truth,  and  teach  me,  not  to  ftray  ; 
Thy  ftrength  my  truft,  thy  pow'rful  word  my  flay. 

6  Remember,  Lord,  (nor  be  thy  fervant  bold) 
Thy  mercies  and  thy  clemencies  of  old  ; 

7  But  ah  !  remember  not  my  youthful  crimes,  1 5 
The  faults  and  follies  of  my  wilder  times, 

When  pafhon's  lure  had  led  my  heart  away  $ 
And  from  thy  facred  laws  I  dar'd  to  ftray  ; 
Thefe,  Lord,  remember  not ;  let  mere  plead, 
And  bid  thy  goodnefs  to  thy  wrath  fucceed,  20 

Benign 


24  PSALM      xxvi. 

8  Benign  art  thou,  and  when,  all-clement  God, 
Vile  man  repents,  thou  point'ft  the  heavenly  road. 

9  The  meek,  the  modeft,  thy  affiftance  prove, 
Follow  the  right,  nor  in  blind  error  rove  : 

io  Their  kind  director  thou,  who  love  thy  law,  25 

And  keep  thy  ftatutes  with  religious  awe, 
F*rom  fin,  from  forrow,  mall  they  walk  exempt, 
No  griefs  fhall  touch  them,  and  no  paffions  tempt. 

1 1  That  I  may  then  to  after-times  proclaim, 

To  regions  moft  remote,  thy  facred  name,  30 

Great  tho1  they  be,  my  numVous  fins  forgive, 
And  in  thy  mercy  let  thy  David  live. 

1 2  O  happy  they,  who're  govern'd  by  thy  fear  ! 
To  help  them  on  to  truth,  thouVt  always  near ; 

1 3  Their  fouls  with  affluence  and  with  peace  to  blefs ;  35 
Their  fons  to  crown  with  glory  and  fuccefs  ; 

1 4  To  them  thy  facred  myfteries  to  reveal, 
The  fecret  counfels  of  thy  will  to  tell. 

1 5  Therefore  my  tearful  eyes  I  raife  to  thee  ; 

Reft  all  my  hopes  upon  thy  clemency  ;  43 

'Tis  thou  alone  canft  clear  me  from  the  net 
My  cruel  foes  have  laid,  t1  enfnare  my  feet. 
16O  turn  thee  to  me,  and  thy  mercy  Ihew  ; 
For  deep  I'm  funk  in  wretchednefs,  in  woe ; 

1 7  IncefTant  griefs  my  harraft  foul  diftrefs  ;  45 
O  hear  me,  and  reftore  my  wonted  peace  : 

18  With  eyes  of  pity  my  fad  anguifh  view  ; 
Nor  let  thy  vengeance  ftill  my  crimes  purfue. 

19  Great  are  my  foes,  their  malice  greater  ftill, 

And  from  their  ceafelefs  hate  what  pangs  I  feel .?  50 

20  No  more  their  fport,  their  laughter,  let  me  be, 
But  fpare  me,  fave  me,  for  I  truft  in  thee. 

2 1  On  thy  integrity  I'll  yet  rely, 

And  fure  thy  goodnefs  will  not  let  me  die  : 

22  No;  gracious  God,  thy  mercy  thou'lt  difplay,  55 
And  free  the  pious  tribes,  who  thee  obey. 

PSALM       XXVL 

1  '  ■  "*  O  thee,  O  fovVeign  father,  I  appeal ; 

I      To  thee  the  fecrets  of  my  foul  reveal, 
My  faithful  foul,  that,  firm  in  innocence, 
Makes  thee  her  fureft  hope,  her  ftrong  defence, 

2  O  try  thy  fervant,  fcrutinize  his  heart ;  5 
Prove  him,  and  judge  according  to  defert, 

With 


PSALM      xxvir. 


2S 


3  With  grateful  eyes  thy  mercies  all  I  view, 
With  careful  fteps  the  road  to  truth  purfue  j 

4  The  fraudful  tongue,  that  ruins  with  a  lie, 

The  idly  vain,  that  love  not  thee,  I  fly ;  10 

5  The  converfe  of  ungodly  men  I  hate, 
Nor  'mid  the  wicked  e'er  will  fix  my  feat. 

6S  With  hands  unftain'd  I'll  at  thy  altar  bow, 
There  pay  the  adoration  that  I  owe  ; 

7  In  thankful  hymns  I'll  there  employ  my  voice,  1 £ 
And  in  the  wonders  of  my  God  rejoice  : 

8  I  love  the  temple,  where  thy  name's  ador'd ; 
Much  do  I  love  thy  hallow'd  dome,  O  Lord. 

9  Then  fuffer  not  my  foul,  to  {hades  below, 

With  bloody,  with  deceitful  men,  to  go  ;  20 

10  With  men,  whofe  hands  in  mifchiefs  are  involv'd, 
Whofe  hearts  for  gain  the  blackeft  crimes  refolv'd. 

1 1  No ;  my  fincerity  be  Hill  my  guard, 
With  thy  redemption  my  firm  foul  reward ; 

12  Firm  that  me  Hands,  I  owe,  my  God,  to  thee  :  25 
Thy  name  be  prais'd  thro'  all  eternity. 

PSALM      XXFIL 

1  T%  /T  Y  light,  my  great  falvation  is  the  Lord ; 
JLVx    While  he  his  ftrong  alTiftance  will  afford  1 
While  he,  to  aid,  to  comfort  me,  is  near, 

No  open  force,  no  hidden  fraud,  I  fear. 

2  Me,  with  big  hopes,  my  wicked  foes  affail'd  ;  5 
In  vain ;  their  haughty  expectations  fail'd  : 

'Gainft  me  their  various  treach'ries  they  prepar'd  ; 
And  fell  themfelves,  in  their  own  toils  enfnar'd. 

3  Tho'  wars  fhou'd  threaten,  and  tho'  camps  furround, 

Tho'  hoftile  bands  fhou'd  meditate  the  wound  ;  10 

Amid  the  danger,  free  from  fear,  my  heart 
Wou'd  brave  the  battle,  and  defy  the  dart. 

4  One  boon  alone  I've  afk'd,  and  flill  defire, 
That,  while  my  breath  this  vital  clay  infpire, 

I  in  the  temple  of  my  God  may  dwell,  1 5 

The  wonders  of  his  mighty  hand  may  tell  ; 
The  beauty  of  his  holinefs  furvey, 
And  humble,  ardent  adoration  pay. 

5  For  in  diftrefs  his  fervant  he'll  fecure, 

My  foul  in  fafety  from  the  foe  enfure,  20 

Will  his  pavilion  make  my  ftrong  retreat; 
And  on  a  rock  will  firmly  fix  my  feet : 

E  And 


26  PSALM      xxviii. 

6  And  now,  above  my  foes  exalted,  I 

My  hours  in  grateful  praifes  will  employ, 

My  victims  to  his  facred  altar  bring,  s.t 

And  allelujahs  to  my  faviour  ling. 

7  Hear  me,  my  God  ;  to  thee  I  fuppliant  cry  ; 
All -clement  Lord,  thy  mercy  not  deny  j 

8  'Tis  thy  command,  that  we  Ihou'd  feek  thy  face ; 

With  eager  foul  I  that  command  embrace  ;  30 

9  Thy  face  not  hide  in  anger  from  my  eyes ; 
In  danger,  in  diftrefs,  on  thee  relies 

Thy  troubled  fervant ;  chafe  his  griefs  away, 
Difpel  his  darknefs,  and  reftore  the  day. 

I  o  When  father,  .mother,  friends  forfake,  then  thou  35 

Will  to  my  foul  thy  tender  mercies  mew. 

I I  Do  thou  benignly  lead  me  in  the  way, 
Left,  by  my  foes  deluded,  I  Ihou'd  ftray  ; 

1 2  By  them  around  b'efet,  I've  none  but  thee, 

My  heart  from  error,  from  diflrefs,  to  free.  40 

'Gainft  me  with  forged  calumnies  they  rife, 
And  perfecute  my  foul  with  cruel  lies. 

1 3  And  furely  I  Ihou'd  to  my  miferies  yield, 
If  not  by  hope,  by  faith  in  thee,  upheld. 

No  longer  dubious,  in  that  hope  I  live,  45 

Affur'd,  at  length  thou'lt  kind  afliftance  give. 

14  Therefore,  my  foul,  in  confidence  of  pray'r, 
Bravely  bear  up,  and  call;  on  God  thy  care  ; 
Thee  will  he  ftrengthen  to  fupport  thy  grief: 

— Wait  on  the  Lord,  and  thou  wilt  have  relief.  50 

PSALM      XXVIII. 

1  f\  THOU  fupreme,  that  ruleft  over  all ; 
\^J  My  rock  of  fafety,  hear  me,  when  I  call ; 
Left  I  be  number'd  with  the  filent  dead, 

"  Who  wake  no  more,  the  vital  fpirit  fled  " 

2  Hear,  when  with  earneft  voice  to  thee  I  plain  ;  5 
Be  not  my  faithful  pray'r  addreft  in  vain  ; 

With  hands  uplifted  I  my  fuit  prefer  ; 
Out  of  thy  high  etkerial  temple  hear; 

3  join  not  thy  fervant  with  that  wicked  croud, 

In  fin  who  wallow,  and  who  hate  the  good  ;  I  a 

Whofe  foothing  tongues  loft  founds  of  concord  yield, 
But  whole  vile  hearts  with  villain-thoughts  are  fill'd. 

4  Reward  them,  Lord,  juit  as  their  deeds  require  ; 
Give  them,  t'  enjoy  of  wickednefs  the  hire  ; 


PSALM      xxix. 


27 


Give  them,  to  reap  the  miferies  they  fow,  1 5 

And,  fince  for  woe  they  labour,  give  them  woe. 

Thy  counfels  they,  thy  wond'rous  works  negledt, 

And  me,  the  building  of  thy  hands,  rejecl  ; 

Therefore  their  impious  race  malt  thou  deftroy, 

Nor  blefs  them  ever  with  a  father's  joy.  20 

Praife  to  thy  name  ;  thy  name  by  all  be  fear'd  f 

My  earneft  pray'r  haft  thou  in  mercy  heard. 

My  ftrength,  my  ihield  art  thou ;  my  faithful  heart 

On  thee  relied,  and  thou  didft  aid  impart : 

Therefore  with  ardent  gratitude  fhe  glows,  25 

And  my  enraptur'd  tongue  with  praifes  flows. 

For,  as  the  fwain  his  fleecy  flock  does  tend, 

Doll  thou  the  people,  thou  hall  chofe,  defend  ; 

And  thy  anointed  king  in  his  diftrefs 

Benign  affift,  and  with  deliv'rance  blefs,  30 

O  Hill  preferve  them  ;  be  they  ftill  thy  care  ; 

And  let  their  progeny  thy  goodnefs  fhare ; 

Feed  them  in  peace  ;  protedl  them  with  thy  pow'r, 

Be  thou  their  God,  till  time  fhall  be  no  more. 

P"   S    A    L    M      XXIX. 

1  XjT  E  mighty  potentates,  enthron'd  on  high, 

j[      Ye  warrior-chieftains,  crown'd  with  victory ; 
Not  to  yourfelves  attribute  the  fuccefs ; 
Give  God  the  glory,  and  his  goodnefs  blefs. 

2  His  ftrong  right-hand  in  grateful  fongs  proclaim,  5 
Shout  forth  his  praifes,  and  extol  his  name. 

3  His  voice  majeftic,  never  heard  in  vain, 
Sends  down,  to  glad  the  earth,  the  fleecy  rain  ; 
His  voice  is  in  the  rumbling  thunder  heard  ; 

And  in  the  red  impetuous  lightning  fear'd ;  10 

Revere  his  voice,  the  ftormy  winds,  that  fweep. 

The  mad'ning  waves  that  bellow  in,  the  deep. 

Lo  !  lofty  Lebanon  exults  no  more  ; 

Their  fcatter'd  boughs  her  cedars  now  deplore  ; 

Th'  almighty  fpeaks,  their  tow'ring  honours  fall,  15 

To  his  tremendous  voice  fubmiffive  all : 

At  his  command  e'en  firmeft  mountains  move, 

And,  like  the  younglings  of  the  pafture,  rove. 

8  His  voice  Arabia's  dreary  defarts  hear  \ 

The  howling  wildernefs  is  ftruck  with  fear ;.  20 

9  With  terror  ftruck,  the  beftials  of  the  wood 

Lofe  all  their  ftrength,  and  drop  their  embryo-brood  : 

E  2  All 


zS  PSALM 


XXX. 


All  earth,  all  heav'n,  his  wondrous  glory  own, 
And  fall  with  rev'rence  'fore  his  awful  throne  : 

10  Revere  him  all  the  waters  of  the  main,  2r 
And  the  whole  univerfe  avows  his  reign. 

1 1  Nor  caufelefs  they  avow to  all  that  pay 

Due  rev'rence  to  his  will,  his  laws  obey, 
Will  he  th'  affiftance  of  his  mercy  give, 

And  in  eternal  affluence  bid  them  live.  30 

PSALM       XXX. 

1  T  N  hymns  of  praife  will  I  employ  my  tongue  ; 
JL    My  tuneful  harp  ihall  anfwer  to  the  fong. 
To  thee,  O  Lord ;  for,  when  with  pain  diftreft, 
And  foes  around  their  cruel  joy  expreft, 

Me  in  the  evil  day  didft  thou  fuftain,  5 

My  foes  indulg'd  their  impious  hopes  in  vain. 

2  Struck  with  die  dire  difeafe,  to  thee  I  cried  ; 
Nor  was,  O  God,  thy  healing  hand  denied  ; 

3  For  from  the  dreary  horrors  of  the  grave, 

When  he  implor'd,  didft  thou  thy  fervant  fave,  10 

His  foul,  juft  hov'ring  o'er  the  pit  retrieve, 
And  gav'ft  again,  in  joyous  health  to  live. 

4  O  all  ye  faints,  his  gracious  goodnefs  fing ; 
Difpiay  his  praifes  on  the  trembling  firing  ; 

5  For  but  a  moment  his  dread  anger  lives,  15 
While  life,  his  quick-returning  favour  gives  ; 

And,  tho'  the  night  in  fighs,  in  tears,  you  fpend, 
The  dawning  morn  will  all  your  forrows  end. 

6  Surpriz'd  with  my  fuccefs,  elate  with  pride, 

Big  with  my  empty  felf,  I  fondly  cried  ;  20 

"  Strong  in  my  happinefs,  my  foes  I  dare, 
"  Nor  open  force,  nor  fecret  fraud,  I  fear.'* 

7  By  heav'n  fupported,  like  a  mountain  firm, 
That  braves  the  thunder,  and  difdains  the  ftorm, 

Did  I  the  angry  bolts  of  fate  deride,  25 

And  wrapt  my  heart  in  arrogance  and  pride  ; 
But  foon  the  folly  of  my  ways  I  found, 
Loft  thy  fupport,  and  felt  a  killing  wound. 

8  'Twas  then  my  reafon  to  my  foul  return'd ; 

In  deep  repentance  I  my  madnefs  mourn'd  ;  30 

For  thy  forgivenefs  humbly  fued,  O  Lord, 
My  guilt  acknowledg'd,  and  thy  aid  implor'd. 

9  "  What  profit  is  there  (faid  I)  in  my  blood  ? 
"  Juftly  thy  vengeance  has  my  crimes  purfued. 

•   "  But 


P    S    A    L    M      xxxi.  29 

"  But  can  the  dead  thy  wondrous  works  proclaim  ?  35 

"  Can  dull,  can  ajhes,  celebrate  thy  name  ? 

10  "  O  hear  me,  hear  me,  and  thy  mercy  fhew  ; 

l'-  Redeem  my  foul  from  death,  my  life  from  woe.1' 

1 1  Nor  vainly  did  I  pray  ;  thy  mercy  heard  ; 

My  fainting  foul  in  all  her  forrows  chear'd,  40 

My  grief  to  joy,  my  tears  to  laughter  turn'd  ; 
No  more  I  languifh'd,  and  no  more  I  mourn'd. 

1 2  Therefore  thy  goodnefs  will  I  conftant  ling, 
And  to  thy  glorious  name  attune  the  firing  j 

Therefore  in  hymns  harmonious  I'll  difplay  45 

Thy  clemency  ;  thy  love,  from  day  to  day. 

PSALM      XXXI. 

1  T  N  thee,  O  God,  my  conftant  truft  I  place  ; 
X    Let  not  thy  faithful  fervant  meet  difgrace  ; 

2  Exert  thy  juftice,  and  benignly  hear  ; 
Guide  me  in  fafety,  and  difpel  my  fear  ; 

Thou  art  my  tow'r  of  ftrength  ;  my  rock  art  thou  ;  5 

Be  ftill  my  rock  ;  my  tow'r  of  ftrength  be  now. 

4  On  thee  relying,  fhall  J  be  difmay'd  ? 

O  fave  me  from  the  fecret  net  they've  laid. 

5  My  great  redeemer  thou,  fecure  I'll  ftand 

Beneath  the  fhelter  of  thy  mighty  hand  :  10 

6  My  truft  the  dread  Jehovah  ;  I  defpife 
The  fools  that  deal  in  vanity  and  lies ; 

7  Yes  j  in  thy  mercy  fhall  my  foul  rejoice  ; 
Oft  in  her  troubles  haft  thou  heard  her  voice  ; 

8  Oft,  when  her  foes  aftail'd,  haft  fet  her  free,  1 5 
And  giv'n  my  fetter'd  feet  full  liberty. 

9  But  now  in  bitter nefs  of  heart  I  mourn ; 
And  humbly  to  the  God  of  mercy  turn  ; 
Mine  eyes  with  conftant,  fcalding  tears  decay  ; 

Pines  my  fad  foul ;  my  body  wears  away  ;  20 

I  o  My  life  is  fpent  with  griefs,  my  years  in  fighs ; 

Wither  my  bones ;  my  ftrength  within  me  dies. 

I I  My  foes  infult  me,  and  deride  my  woe ; 

My  neighbours  round  a  mean  abhorrence  fhew ; 

Nay ;  e'en  my  friends  for  fear  come  not  anigh,  25 

And,  when  they  fee  me  at  a  diftance,  fly. 

1 2  As  one  among  the  dead,  I'm  quite  forgot, 
Sink  beneath  notice  ;  and  am  really  nought ; 

1 3  Their  flanders,  their  foul  calumnies  I  hear ; 

On  ev'ry  fide  furrounds  me  ev'rv  fear ;  30 

Their 


30  PSALM      xxxii. 

Their  bafe  devices  'gainft  my  life  I  know, 
And  what  their  fecret  malice  dooms  me  to. 

1 4  Yet  ftill,  O  Lord,  on  thee  I've  hVd  my  truft  ; 
My  God  I'll  call  thee,  for  thou  ftill  art  juft  : 

15  Thou  rul'ft  my  life ;  it's  term  depends  on  thee  ;  35 

0  free  me  from  the  cruel  enemy  : 

1 6  Bright  on  thy  fervant,  let  thy  goodnefs  fhine, 
And  lhield  me  with  thy  clemency  divine  : 

1 7  Thy  help  implor'd,  let  me  not  fink  in  fhame  ; 

Be  that  their  deftin'd  lot,  that  hate  thy  name  :  40 

That  love  a  lie,  are  cruel,  vain  and  proud, 
And  vent  their  horrid  flanders  'gainft  the  good  : 
Let  them,  juft  God,  of  fhame  their  portion  have  ; 
And  fleep  in  dreadful  filence  in  the  grave. 

19  How  great  thy  goodnefs  ?  how  thy  bounties  flow  45 
On  all  that  to  thy  laws  obedience  mew  ? 

'Fore  all  the  earth,  what  wonders  haft  thou  wrought 
For  them  that  rev'rence  thee  in  act,  in  thought  ? 

20  In  vain  the  pow'rful  wicked  vaunt  their  pride ; 

Them  from  their  malice  thou'lt  fecurely  hide;  50 

In  vain  the  pois'nous  tongue  aftaults  their  fame  ; 
A  fafe  protection  in  thy  houfe  they  claim. 

21  Eternal  praiie,  eternal  thanks,  O  Lord  ; 
For  wondrous  was  the' aid  thou  didft  afford  ; 

Not  armed  hofts,  not  ftrongeft  tow'rs  can  prove  55 

Such  fure  defence,  as  yields  thy  pow'rful  love. 

22  Void  of  fupport,  quite  comfortlefs  and  poor, 

1  faid,  defpairing  ;  "  All  my  hopes  are  o'er  ;V 
When  thou  the  voice  of  my  complaint  didft  hear, 

And  in  my  worft  diftrefs  difpell'dft  my  fear.  6q 

24  Therefore,  ye  pious  fouls,  ye  truly  juft, 

Love  well  the  Lord,  and  in  his  goodnefs  truft  ; 
For  he'll  the  proud  ones  of  the  earth  deftroy, 
And  blefs  the  humble  with  immortal  joy. 

25  Be  brave,  be  dauntlefs  then  ;  purfue  the  road,  65 
The  path  that  leads  you  to  the  throne  of  God ; 

With  fteady  feet  go  on  ;  on  him  depend  ; 

Crown'd  are  our  labours,  when  our  God's  our  friend. 

PSALM       XXXII. 

1  *  M'y  H  R  I C  E  happy  he,  whofe  fins  his  God  forgives ; 

X       His  crimes  in  deep  oblivion  loft,  who  lives  ; 

2  Whofe  flips,  whofe  failings  are  not  counted  his ; 
Whofe  foul  perverfely  does  not  a&  amifs ! 

For 


3  For  me,  while  I  my  fecret  faults  conceal'd,  ^ 
While  not  the  errors  of  my  life  revealed, 

A  tabid  weaknefs  feiz'd  my  languid  bones, 
The  tedious  hours  I  fpent  in  piteous  moans  ; 

4  Thy  heavy  hand  I  felt  by  night,  by  day, 

And  all  my  juices  melted  quick  away.  10 

5  Soon  then  to  thee,  O  gracious  God,  I  turn'd, 
My  many  crimes,  my  various  errors  mourn'd  ; 
Soon  then  to  thee  I  all  my  fins  confeft, 

And  ftrait  with  pardon  from  thy  love  was  bleft. 

6  For  this  the  pious  heart,  the  foul  hncere,  1 $ 
In  fitting  time  ihall  fly  to  thee  in  pray'r ; 

Nor,  tho'  the  rifmg  floods  this  earth  o'erfpread, 
Shall  they  the  threat'nings  of  the  billows  dread. 

7  My  fure  defence,  my  certain  refuge  thou, 

No  griefs,  no  perils,  can  o'er-whelm  me  now ;  20 

My  foul  doft  thou  replenifh  with  thy  joy, 

And  all  my  woes,  and  all  my  terrors  fly. 
S  Nay  more  ;  thou  kindly  promifeft  thy  aid ; 

"  Mine  hand  (thou  crieft)  Ihall  point  thee  where  to  tread  ; 

"  Mine  eye  ihall  guide  thee  in  the  peffedt  way ;  "~  2$ 

"  And  round  thy  feet  I'll  beam  continued  day. 
9  "  But  thou  the  reftifF  mule  refemble  not, 

"  The  fierce  impetuous  Heed,  devoid  of  thought^ 

"  Which,  if  not  govern'd  by  the  bitted  rein, 

"  Wou'd  rove  in  favage  liberty  the  plain."  30 

10  His  gracious  goodnefs  this;  fuch  mercy  they 
Have  from  their  God,  who  his  high  will  obey. 
Wrhile  dread  tremendous  punifhments  await 
The  wretch  that  in  his  crimes  is  obftinate. 

11  Come  then,  ye  righteous  fouls,  indulge  your  joy,  35 
In  tuneful  hymns  your  happy  hours  employ  ; 

Be  God  the  objecl  of  your  love,  your  trull  j 
And  in  his  faving  pow'r  rejoice,  ye  juft. 

PSALM      XXX1IL 

1  /^\  A  L  L  ye  good,  who  heav'n-born  juftice  love, 
\J  The  Lord  Jehovah  ling,  that  rules  above  ; 
Your  great  creator  joyfully  extol ; 

The  bleft  employ  befits  the  pious  foul. 

2  Strike,  ftrike  the  lute,  in  honour  of  his  name  1  5 
His  praife  the  ten-ftring'd  pfaltery  proclaim  ; 

3  In  fweet  harmonious  long  the  voice  employ, 
And  let  the  clarion  join  the  general  joy. 

For 


32  PSALM      xxxiii. 

4  For  his  all-pow'rful  word  the  right  commands, 

And  righteous  are  the  wonders  of  his  hands ;  10 

5  His  love  to  juftice  and  to  truth  he  mews, 
And  o'er  the  fpacious  globe  his  goodnefs  flows. 

6  He  fpoke,  and  ftraitway  into  being  fprung, 
High  heav'n,  with  all  it's  radiant  glories  hung ; 

7  He  fpoke  ;  the  waters  of  the  main  obey'd,  1 5 
Shrunk  within  bounds,  and  in  the  depths  were  laid. 

8  Thou  too,  O  earth,  thy  great  creator  fear, 
And  bid  thy  fcatter'd  fons  his  name  revere  ; 

9  For  at  his  word  firm  thy  foundation  flood ; 

From  his  beheft  thy  ev'ry  blefhng  flow'd.  20 

10  'Tis  he  confounds  of  impious  men  the  fchemes; 
He  bids  ;  they  fleet  away  like  morning-dreams  : 

1 1  While  firm  and  fix'd  his  counfels  ftill  remain, 
And  all  th'  affaults  of  time  'gainft  them  are  vain. 

12  That  nation's  doubly  bleft,  whofe  God's  the  Lord  ;  25 
What  nobler  grace  can  heav'n's  high  king  afford, 

Than  fuch  peculiar  favour  to  us  mown, 
To  chufe  us  thus,  and  feal  us  for  his  own  ? 

1 3  From  his  celeftial  throne  th'  all -feeing  God 

Looks  down,  and  calls  his  awful  eye  abroad  ;  30 

The  fons  of  men  in  all  their  fecrets  views ; 
Their  fchemes  thro'  all  their  labyrinths  purfues  ; 

15  He  forms  the  clofe  recefles  of  the  mind, 

And  he  each  lurking  thought  therein  can  find. 

16  Earth's  haughty  potentates  confide  in  vain  35 
In  armed  turrets  and  in  hofts  of  men  ; 

The  valiant  chieftain,  in  his  prowefs  proud, 
In  vain  his  ftrength,  his  courage  boafts  aloud : 

1 7  And  oft,  tho'  fleeter  than  the  wind  his  fpeed, 

Deceives  in  battle,  the  impetuous  fteed.  40 

1 8  While  God,  all-pow'rful,  with  a  watchful  eye, 
Looks  down  on  thofe,  who  ononis  aid  rely  ; 

19  Their  fouls,  when  famine  threatens,  to  relieve  ; 
From  death's  dark  dreary  horrors  to  reprieve. 

20  Therefore  on  his  beneficence  we'll  wait,  45 
Our  fhield,  our  fure  defence,  in  ev'ry  ftrait : 

21  To  him,  'caufe  never  he'll  our  hOpes  deceive, 
Our  hearts  the  tribute  of  their  praife  fhall  give. 

22  Thy  mercy,  Lord,  fhall  on  thy  fervants  fhine ; 

On  thee  our  hopes  are  fix'd,  and  we  are  thine.  50 

PSALM 


PSALM      xxxiv.  33 

PS    A    L    M      XXXW. 

i  TT/HILST  life,  great  God,  thou  giv'ft  me  to  enjoy, 
VV     Thy  praifes  mall  my  grateful  tongue  employ  -9 

2  Thy  pow'r  my  boaft ;  thy  pow'r  I'll  long  difplay ; 
With  me,  ye  meek,  indulge  the  pleaiing  lay, 
With  me  to  him  your  voice  alternate  raife ;  § 

Gladly  you'll  join  my  fervent  heart  in  praile. 

4  Oft  when  I've  pray'd,  he  lent  a  gracious  ear, 
And  freed  my  troubled  foul  from  ev'ry  fear  ; 

5  Whoe'er  invok'd  his  name,  but  he  reliev'd  ? 

Who  met  repulfe,  when  to  their  God  they  griev'd  ?  10 

6  Did  e'er  the  poor  a  fruitlefs  aid  implore  ? 

No  ;  when  they  call'd  on  him,  they  griev'd  no  more. 

7  Who  fear  his  word,  who  reverence  his  laws, 
He  fends  his  angel  to  fupport  their  caufe. 

8  O  tafte  and  fee— —-you'll  find,  our  God  is  juftj  15 
Thrice  happy  they,  that  in  his  mercy  truft  ! 

9  Ye  pious  fouls,  put  up  a  faithful  pray'r, 
And  you  his  kind  beneficence  fhall  mare  : 

I  o  While,  roar  the  lion's  favage  young  for  food,    . 

Our  God  is  to  the  righteous  ever  good.  20 

I I  Come  then,  ye  thoughtlefs,  Men  to  my  lore, 
And  you  to  virtue's  high  rewards  mail  foar ; 

12  Say,  wou'dft  thou  live  a  happy  length  of  days, 
Void  of  all  ill,  in  opulence  and  eafe  ? 

1 3  Thy  tongue  from  lies,  from  perjuries,  reftrain,  25 
And  ev'ry  vile  infidious  fraud  difdain ; 

1 4  From  ev'ry  fin  of  ev'ry  fort  depart ; 
With  ev'ry  virtue  fanclify  thy  heart. 

15  For  on  the  righteous  cafts  our  God  his  eye  ; 

His  pitying  ears  he  opens  to  their  cry ;  30 

16  But  from  obdurate  finners  turns  his  face, 
Their  name  and  their  memorial  to  erafe. 

17  When  prays  the  juft,  the  good,  he  always  hears  ; 
Is  always  ready  to  difpel  their  fears ; 

18  Their  hearts,  juft  broken  with  their  griefs,  to  aid,  35 
Their  fouls  to  free,  when  cruel  foes  invade. 

19  Many  the  mis'ries  that  affault  their  peace, 

Yet  ftill  their  guardian  God  will  give  them  eafe  1 

20  Amid  the  various  perils  that  furround, 

Vig'rous  and  brave  and  refolute  they're  found  :  40 

2 1  By  their  own  crimes  while  wicked  men  mall  fall, 
And,  foes  to  innocence,  fliall  perim  all ; 

F  Our 


H  PSALM      xxxv. 

22  Our  God  will  them,  that  worfhip  him,  defend, 
And  ne'er  defert  them,  till  their  lives  fhall  end. 

PSALM      XXXIT. 

i   T\/fY  injur'd  caufe,  my  great  pro tettor,  plead} 
JLYA    And  'gainft  invet'rate  foes  thy  fervant  aid : 

2  Arm,  arm,  put  on  the  buckler  and  the  fhield  ; 

3  Arm,  arm,  and  meet  them  in  th'  embattl'd  field ; 

O  bid  my  foul  to  rid  her  of  her  fear  -r  c 

Tell  her,  her  great  deliverer  is  near. 

4  With  bitter  fhame,  with  foul  difgrace  meet  they, 
Who  with  infidious  fnares  befet  my  way  ; 

In  fure  confufion  all  their  fchemes  involve, 

Whofe  vile  invenom'd  hearts  my  death  refolve.  io 

5  Let  thy  avenging  angel  prefs  them  clofe, 

While  they  (like  chaff,  that,  when  the  tempefl  blows, 

Is  driv'n  far  and  wide)  with  terror  fly  ; 

Yet  be  no  aid,  no  kind  protector,  nigh  : 

Their  path  be  flipp'ry,  and  let  night  furround  ;  1 5 

To  death  let  thy  avenging  angel  wound. 

7  For,  caufelefs,  they  their  fecret  fnares  have  laid  ; 
Me  to  deftroy,  they  lurk  in  ambufcade. 

8  But  let  their  hidden  toils  themfelves  enfnare, 

Be  theirs  the  ruin,  they  for  me  prepare.  20 

9  Then  mail  my  foul  fmcerely  tafte  her  joy  ; 
Shall  feel  her  happinefs  without  alloy  : 

10  My  bones  fhall  cry ;  "  my  God,  who's  like  to  thee, 
"  That  doft  the  humble  from  oppremon  free, 
"  That  curb'ft  of  lawlefs  tyranny  the  pow'r,  25 

"  And  bidft  the  broken  heart  to  grieve  no  more  ?" 

i  1    'Gainft  me  their  cruel  enmity  not  dies  ; 
'Gainft  me  with  curfed  virulence  they  rife, 
Lay  to  my  charge  unheard-of  villainy, 
And  load  my  guiltlefs  foul  with  infamy  :  30 

1 2  With  bitter  hatred  all  my  friendfhip  pay, 
And  my  perdition  work  by  night,  by  day. 

13  Not  fo  did  I when  ficknefs  fore  oppreil, 

And  hov'ring  death  their  anguiuYd  hearts  difb'eft, 

In  fackcloth  I,  in  afhes  for  them  moan'd  ;  35 

For  them  I  fafred,  and  for  them  I  groan'd  ; 
Quick  flow'd  my  tears ;  to  thee  I  profixate  pray'd, 
That  thou'dil  not  number  them  among  the  dead. 

14  So,  when  a  dear-lovM  friend  or  brother  dies, 

The  foul  fmcere  with  killing  anguifli  fighs  -,  40 

With 


PSALM      xxxv.  •  jj'jj 

With  forrow  thus  is  pain'd  the  pious  fon, 
The  tender  object  of  his  duty  gone. 

15  Soon  they  repay'd  me  with  ingratitude ; 
When  fwift  calamity  my  Heps  purfued, 

They  all  rejoic'd,  and,  at  my  mis'ries  gay,  45 

They  danc'd,  they  revell'd,  they  kept  holiday  ; 
Their  villain-feafts  the  very  ahjeds  join'd, 
And  there  with  them  my  ruin  they  defign'd  ; 

1 6  Yes  ;  mere  buffoons  their  vile  affociates  were, 

Who  grinn'd  their  malice  with  an  envious  fneer.  50 

1 7  But,  Lord,  how  long  wilt  thou  thy  patience  fneWj 
And  view  with  feeming  unconcern  my  woe  ? 
From  their  deftru&ive  wiles  relieve  my  foul : 
Their  cruel  fchemes,  their  vile  attempts  controul : 

iS  Then  in  the  great  affembly  I  will  fing  55 

Thy  praife,  and  to  thy  glory  tune  the  ftring. 

19  O  let  not  my  inhuman  foes  rejoice, 

Nor  mock  my  mis'ries  with  infulting  voice  ; 

Nor  feem  by  their  deriding  leers  to  boaft, 

That  I  thy  favour  and  thy  love  have  loft.  ■  60 

20  For  peace  they  hate,  with  impious  malice  fraught, 
Dire  'ftrife  employs  their  tongue,  and  fills  their  thought ; 
And  with  their  curft  devices  they  confpire 

'Gainft  men  of  gentle  mind,  that  peace  defire  ; 
21 -At  me  loll  out  their  tongues,  and,  flouting,  fay  :  65 

"  Our  eyes  at  length  behold  th'  expected  day." 

22  This  haft  thou  feen,  O  Lord  ;  be  rail  no  more, 
But  ihield  me,  guard  me,  by  thy  gracious  pow'r ; 

23  To  judgment  now,  O  mighty  God,  awake  ; 

Stir  up  thy  vengeance,  nor  my  caufe  forfake  :  70 

24  I  to  thy  righteous  juftice  make  appeal ; 

Stop  their  proud  boafts ;  their  ill-tim'd  triumphs  quell : 

25  No  more  let  their  big  hearts  infulting  cry  ; 

"  He  falls  at  length,  and  ours  the  victory  :" 

26  But  fmce  they  made  my  miferies  their  boaft,  75 
In  dire  oblivion  let  their  names  be  loft ; 

Since  they,  invetrate,  my  perdition  fought, 

Bring  all  their  hopes,  their  flatt'ring  views  to  nought. 

27  While  thofe  dear  fouls,  that.wilh'd  my  caufe  fuccefs, 
Sincere  delight,  fublimeft  joy  poftefs ;  So 
Thy  great  beneficence,  thy  juftice  praife, 

And  fing  thy  glory  in  harmonious  lays ; 

28  Then  mail  my  tongue  thy  righteous  pow'r  difplay, 
And  hymn  thy  honour'd  name  the  live-long  day. 

F  2  PSALM 


36  -    P    S    A    L    M      xxxvi,     xxxvii. 

PSALM      XXXVI. 

1  {">  URST  with  deceitful  joy  his  fottifh  heart, 
\^ji    His  foul  with  fancied  happinefs  alert, 

His  flagrant  guilt  againfl  the  wicked  cries  ; 
There  is  no  fear  of  God  before  his  eyes. 

2  With  foothing  plea  and  artful  argument  r 
He  lulls  his  confcience  to  a  falfe  content  j 

In  vain his  crimes  are  of  the  blackefl  die, 

And  call  for  dreadful  vengeance  from  on  high. 

3  For  lo  !  his  tongue  is  tipt  with  frauds  and  lies, 

Him  to  deceive,  who  on  his  faith  relies  j  1  o 

In  wordly  craft  he  chufes  to  excel, 

And  with  celeftial  wifdom  fhuns  to  dwell. 

4  Averfe  to  goodnefs  is  his  headflrong  will, 
E'en  on  his  downy  bed  he  ftudies  ill ; 

With  eyes  afkance  the  paths  of  virtue  views,  15 

*c  And  'gainft  his  better  mind  the  <worfe  purfues. 

5  While  thy  great  mercy,  Lord,  the  heav'ns  above, 
And  all  thy  works,  and  all  thy  creatures  prove. 

6  For  higher  than  the  higheft  hills,  does  ihow 

Thy  goodnefs deeper,  than  the  depths  below.  20 

Thy  goodnefs,  which  the  fons  of  men  fuftains, 
And  all  the  hearts  that  range  the  wilds  and  plains. 

7  Who  can  thy  great  beneficence  exprefs, 

The  various  gifts  with  which  thy  mercies  blefs  ? 

E'en  while  with  gratitude  thy  love  he  rings,  25 

Man  refts  beneath  the  fhadow  of  thy  wings. 

8  On  him  thou  namelefs  bounties  doft  bellow ; 
To  him  the  rivers  of  thy  pleafures  flow  ; 

9  From  thee  life's  fountain  fprings  ;  from  thee  a  ray 

The  mind  illumes,  and  fpreads  eternal  day.  30 

1  o  O  Hill  the  bleflings  of  thy  love  impart 

To  all  that  ferve  thee  with  a  perfect  heart ; 
j  1   Mc  from  th'  infulting  heel  of  pride  defend  ; 

'Gainft  the  deftroying  hand  afliftance  lend  ; 
12  Soon  let  them  feel  the  vengeance  of  thy  pow'r,  35 

And  fall  fo  low,  that  they  may  rife  no  more. 

PSALM      XXXVII. 

1   1T7HEN  impious  men  in  wordly  fplendor  live, 
VV     -And  all  the  good  poffefs  that  earth  can  give, 
Scorn  thou  to  murmur  at  their  empty  joy, 
TsTor  envy  what  a  moment  may  deilroy. 

For 


PSALM      xxxvn. 


37 


2  For  foon  their  boafted  riches  melt  away,  5 
Falfe  are  their  pleafures,  and  their  hopes  decay  ; 

Like  the  green  grafs,  whofe  bloom  attracts  our  eyes ; 
Cut  by  the  cruel  fey  the,  it's  verdure  dies. 

3  No ;  rather  thou  upon  thy  God  depend  ; 

Him  by  a  courfe  of  virtue  make  thy  friend  -?  10 

So  thou  the  bounties  of  his  earth  ihalt  fhare, 
And  feel  the  bleflings  of  a  father's  care. 

4  With  love  of  him  thy  fervent  foul  infpire, 
And  he  mall  fill  thee  with  thy  heart's  defire, 

5  To  him  thy  fortunes  and  thy  life  commit  j  1 5 
Soon  Ihalt  thou  find  the  glorious  benefit ; 

6  Bright  as  the  fun  hell  make  thy  merit  ihine, 
And  on  thy  virtues  beam  a  light  divine. 

7  Reft  then  on  him,  and  with  due  patience  wait, 

Nor  at  the  joyous  hours  of  finners  fret ;  2-0 

8  Thine  anger  bridle,  and  thy  wrath  reftrain  j 
O'er  all  thy  pafiions  hold  a  fteady  rein  : 

9  Soon  droop  the  wicked  ;  fuddenly  they  die, 
While  righteous  fouls  fubftantial  good  enjoy. 

10  Stay  but  awhile  ;  the  wicked  is  no  more  j  25 
In  vain  his  habitation  thou'lt  explore  ; 

A  defart  now,  his  palace,  late  fo  fair  ; 
Without  a  name  he  dies,  without  an  heir. 

1 1  Not  fo  the  meek the  earth  ihall  long  be  theirs^ 

And  when  they  die,  they  leave  it  to  their  heirs.  30 

12  T'  enfnare  the  good,  is  all  the  villain's  joy, 
Pleas'd,  if  he  guiltlefs  merit  can  deftroy  : 

1 3  But  heav'n,  who  knows,  how  fhort-liv'd  is  his  pride, 
Does  all  his  wily  cruelty  deride. 

14  T'  affail  the  poor,  the  wicked  draws  his  fword  ;  35 
The  poor,  the  happy  fav'rites  of  the  Lord  j 

He  bends  his  bow,  the  innocent  to  ilay, 

T'  extirpate  thofe,  who  heav'n's  high  will  obey. 

15  In  vain in  his  own  bowels  fheath'd  his  fword, 

Defends  his  favour'd  poor  th'  almighty  Lord ;  40 

Broke  is  his  bow  ;  his  arrows  fruitlefs  fly, 

While  on  their  God,  infur'd,  the  good  rely. 
1 8  Yes ;  long  they  flourilh,  and,  tho'  little  s  theirs, 

That  little  they  enjoy,  devoid  of  fears  ; 

That  little  furnifhes  fmcerer  blifs,  45 

Than  all  that  profp'rous  finners  can  poffefs. 
*7  For,  while  the  pow'r  of  impious  finners  fail, 

Supported  by  their  God,  the  good  prevail ; 

Their 


38  PSALM      xxxvn. 

1 8  Their  God,  that  promifes  a  length  of  days, 

To  fpend  in  health,  in  happinefs,  in  peace  ;  c o 

That  promifes  a  num'rous  progeny, 

To  leave  their  fubftance  to,  whene'er  they  die  : 

1 9  Their  God,  that,  when  difeafes  rage  around, 
Their  great  protector  from  th'  infection's  found  ; 

That,  when  the  trumpet  founds  the  dread  alarm  ;  55 

Preferves  them  by  his  providence  from  harm. 

20  But  not  the  wicked  thus  receive  his  aid  ; 

In  times  like  thefe,  his  vengeance  ftrikes  them  dead  ; 

Like  fat  of  victims  that  expires  in  fume, 

Shall  they  in  his  tremendous  wrath  confume.  60 

21  The  wicked  borrows,  tho' he  never  pays, 
Not  fo  the  juft  ;  the  fainting  foul  he'll  eafe  ; 
To  painful  poverty  amftance  gives, 

And  all  the  anguilh  of  their  hearts  relieves. 

22  Therefore  his  friends,  'caufe  he  fo  freely  gave,  65 
Their  fubftance  to  his  progeny  fhall  leave  ; 

While  rot  the  wicked  with  the  curfe  of  all, 
And  his  whole  crimes  upon  his  oif-fpring  fall. 

23  For  God  the  good  man  loves,  and  guides  his  fteps, 

24  And  with  his  hand  fupports  him,  if  he  flips.  70 

25  Young  have  I  been,  and  now,  tho'  grown  in  years, 
Still  my  hoar  age  my  mem'ry  not  impairs ; 

And  ne'er  knew  I  the  good  man  wanting  aid 
And  ne'er  heard  I  his  children  beg  their  bread. 

26  For,  as  he  ever  gave,  and  ever  lent,  75 
Heav'n  on  his  race  continual  bleffings  fent. 

27  Be  virtue  then  thy  aim,  bafe  folly  mun, 
And  thou  a  conftant  courfe  of  blifs  fhalt  run : 

28  For  love  and  equity  the  Godhead  loves, 

And  ne'er  forfakes  the  virtues  he  approves  :  80 

The  good  are  ftill  preferv'd  in  happy  peace, 
While  fail  the  wicked,  and  extinct  their  race. 

29  Yes  ;  large  pofTefiions  to  the  righteous  fall, 
And  to  his  children  he  preferves  them  all ; 

30  For  why  ;  his  mouth  with  heav'nly  wifdom  glows,  85 
With  truth,  withjuftice,  ev'ry  period  flows ; 

3 1  The  law  of  God  is  written  on  his  heart  ; 
He  from  it's  facred  dictates  fcorns  to  part ; 

32  And  tho'  the  wicked  waits  in  ambufcade, 

His  life  t'  enfnare,  his  property  t'  invade,  90 

33  Yet  ftill  th'  almighty  Lord  will  be  his  friend, 
Will  'fore  the  judge  his  guiltlefs  foul  defend. 

Wait 


PSALM      xxxvni;  39 

34  Wait  then  upon  thy  God ;  obey  his  laws, 
And  he  for  ever  will  fupport  thy  caufe  ; 

The  Land  he'll  give  thee  ever  to  poffefs,  g$ 

While  foon  the  foes  to  truth,  to  virtue,  ceafe. 

35  As  lifts  the  laurel  high  it's  lofty  head  ; 

As  with  gay  pride  it's  verdant  branches  fpreadj 

The  wicked  thus  I've  feen  exalted  high  ; 

Have  heard  him  boaft  his  pow'r,  his  God  defy.  ioo 

36  But  foon  his  empty  glories  paft  away, 
The  vain,  the  idle  pageant  of  a  day ; 
Again  to  view  him,  oft  I  look'd  around, 
And  not  a  trace  of  all  his  pride  I  found. 

37  But  mark  the  righteous  in  his  conftant  race,  105 
You'll  find  him  live  a  good  old  age  in  peace. 

38  While  vile  tranfgreffors  fhall  be  foon  deftroy'd, 
And  all  their  bafe  and  impious  fchemes  are  void ; 

39  The  righteous  fix  their  fafety  in  the  Lord, 

And  he'll  to  them  his  certain  aid  afford  :  no 

40  To  him  when  they  apply,  'twill  not  be  vain ; 
Them  in  their  varied  cares  he'll  long  fuftain  ; 
From  toils  of  artful  men  he'll  keep  them  free, 

And,  'caufe  they  truft  in  him,  their  ftrength  he'll  be, 

PSALM      XXXVI1L 

1  Tt  yr  E,  Lord,  not  in  thy  dreadful  wrath,  corrett, 
J.VA   Nor  let  thy  fore  difpleafure  take  effect. 

2  Deep  in  my  bones  thy  fatal  arrows  ftand, 
And  much  I'm  wounded  by  thy  heavy  hand  : 

3  My  anguiftYd  body  feels  thy  deadly  wrath,  5 
And  my  whole  fyftem  threatens  me  with  death. 

4  In  all  my  guilt  o'er-whelm'd,  I  quite  defpair ; 
«•  Ah  !  load  too, heavy  for  my  foul  to  bear  ! 

5  O  fatal  folly  !  rankle  now  again 

My  wounds,  their  flench  more  grievous  than  their  pain.       10 

6  I  droop,  I  totter,  with  my  mifery, 

And  all  the  day  with  killing  anguifh  figh. 

7  With  foul,  with  loathfome  ulcers  blifier'd  o'er, 
No  part  have  I  but  fefters  with  a  fore. 

8  Quite  weak,  quite  feeble  with  my  pains  I'm  grown,  15 
And  my  afflicted  heart  makes  piteous  moan. 

9  Thou  know'ft  the  fecret  wifhes  of  my  heart ; 
A  witnefs  to  her  bitter  groans  thou  art  : 

10  Deeply  me  groans my  ftrength  all  from  me  flies, 

And,  loft  in  dreary  darknefs,  ftreara  my  eyes.  20 


40  PSALM      xxxix. 

1 1  My  wonted  friends,  my  kinfmen,  ftand  aloof; 
My  filthy,  fetid  ulcers  keep  them  off; 

1 2  While  to  entrap  my  tortur'd  foul,  prepare 
My  cruel  foes,  and  lay  for  me  the  fnare. 

13  But  I,  as  dumb  my  tongue,  as  deaf  my  ear,  25 
For  grief  was  filent,  nor  wou'd  feem  to  hear : 

14  Thus  like  a  wretch  quite  ftupid,  I  became, 

That  cou'd  not  clear,  when  they  afpers'd,  my  fame. 

15  In  thee,  O  Lord,  my  only  hope  I  place ; 

My  helplefs  foul  do  thou,  benignant,  raife ;  30 

1 6  Let  not  my  foes  with  infolence  be  gay, 
Nor  proudly  triumph,  if  I  heedlefs  ftray. 

1 7  Still  am  I  ready  all  thy  ftripes  to  bear ; 

To  me  well-known  thy  chaft'ning  mercies  are ; 

18  And  well  have  I  deferv'd 1  own  my  fin,  35 

And  mourn  the  vile  offender  I  have  been. 

19  But  ftill  my  foes  are  in  their  numbers  ftrong, 
Daily  encreafe,  and  ftill  add  wrong  to  wrong  ; 

20  Full  hard  they  prefs  me,  and  my  life  purfue, 

And  are  my  foes,  'caufe  to  my  God  I'm  true.  40 

2 1  Forfake  me  not,  O  Lord ;  thy  fervant  free  ; 

22  Make  hafte  to  help  me ;  I've  no  help  but  thee. 

PSALM      XXXIX. 

1  TT7HILE  foes  aflail'd  me  round,  I  bravely  faid, 

V V      Not  by  the  tongue  I'd  be  to  crime  betray'd  ; 
My  tongue  to  bridle,  firmly  I  decreed, 
As  by  the  bitted  rein  is  rul'd  the  fteed. 

2  Strict  filence  then  I  kept,  tho'  great  the  pain,  5 
And  e'en  from  juft  complaints  did  long  refrain. 

3  But  as  more  fiercely  burns  the  flame  confin'd, 

With  ftronger  rage  was  fir'd  my  troubled  mind ;  • 

Thro'  all  reftraint  at  length  my  anguifh  broke, 

And  in  thefe  'plaining  terms  to  heav'n  I  fpoke  :  10 

4  "  How  long,  O  God,  muft  I  endure  the  ftrife  ? 
"  What  bounds  are  fet  to  this  my  wearied  life  ? 
"  O  tell  the  ftated  number  of  my  days ; 

"  When  end  my  forrows ;  when  begins  my  peace  ? 

"  When  wings  my  foul  to  heav'n  ?  when  leaves  behind      1  q 

"  This  houfe  of  clay,  ah  f  too,  too  long  confin'd  ? 

5  "  A  very  fpan  is  life,  compar'd  with  thee  ; 
"  Our  years  weigh  nothing  with  eternity ; 
"  Swift  as  an  empty  made,  they  fleet  away, 

*'■  And  our  beft  ftate's  tiizfhantom  of  a  day,  20 

«  Our 


PSALM      xl;  fa- 

6  "  Our  blooming  hopes  one  fudden  blaft  deftroys^ 
"  Pall'd  are  our  pleafures,  tranfient  are  our  joys ; 
«f  Vain  all  our  cares,  and  all  our  labours  vain, 

<f  With  tedious  toil  our  mining  ftores  we  gain, 

t{  Heap  up  our  wealth,  to  leave  it,  when  we're  gone,'        25 

"  To  whom  ?— — to  heirs  alas !  to  us  unknown. 

7  "  Where  then,  O  gracious  God,  mall  I  apply  ? 
"  To  thee,  O  Lord ;  I  on  thy  pow'r  rely. 

8  "  O  free  me  from  th'  occalion  of  my  woes, 

"  My  wicked  crimes,  from  whence  my  evils  rofe  5  30 

"  Nor  leave  me  in  my  miferies  forlorn, 

u  To  fools,  to  linners,  a  reproach,  a  fcorn. 

9  "  When  griefs  furrounded  me,  I  filence  kept, 
"  Spoke  not  my  'plainings,  but  in  fecret  wept  j 

"  For  them  the  punifhments  of  fin  I  knew,  35 

ee  The  woes  that  to  my  countlefs  crimes  were  due.' 

10  "  But  now,  O  Lord,  the  bitter  ftroke  remove; 
"  Too  weak  to  bear  the  killing  pang  I  prove. 

11"  Doft  thou  the  wicked  for  their  fins  chaftife  ? 

(C  Fails  all  their  ftrength,  and  all  their  beauty  dies  5  40 

*'  Like  garments  fretted  by  the  moth  away, 

"  They  fade,  they  pine,  they  wither,  they  decay. 

12  "  Then  pitying  hear,  all-clement  God,  my  cry, 
"  Nor  from  my  pleading  tears  avert  thy  eye  : 

<c  A  ftranger  here,  a  fojourner  I  am ;  45 

"  As  Grangers,  hither  all  my  fathers  came ; 

"  Had  here  no  certain,  no  abiding  place  ; 

n  But  ran  a  fhort,  a  momentary  race. 

1 3  "  Yet  fpare  me  ftill  awhile  ;  thy  hand  reftrain  ; 

"  Let  my  tir'd  foul  fome  little  refpite  gain,  50 

"  Her  ftrength  retrieve,  recruit  her  languid  pow'r, 
"  'Fore  I  go  hence,  and  fhall  be  feen  no  more." 

PSALM      XL. 

1  TT7HEN  fwelling  foes,  elated  with  their  pride, 
VV      My  ruin  threatened,  and  my  God  defied, 

Yet  were  my  fpirits  gay ;  I  fear'd  no  ill, 

For  well  I  knew,  his  eye  wak'd  o'er  me  ftilh 
^  And  foon  was  I  with  his  deliv'rance  bleft ;  £ 

Me  on  a  rock  of  fafety  foon  he  plac'd  ; 

Soon  from  the  dreary  pit,  the  miry  clay, 

My  feet  he  refcued,  and  prepar'd  my  way. 
3  Nay  more  ;  he  taught  me  a  new  fong  of  praifes 
'  In  ftrains  before  unfung  my  voice  to  raife;  10 

G  Xn 


*5 


4*  PSALM     xt; 

In  flrains  (o  ftrong,  fo  fweet,  that  all  who  hear^' 
In  him  fhall  place  their  truft,  and  him  mall  fear. 

4  And  happy  he,  who  in  the  Lord  fhall  truft, 
Who  braves  the  threat'nings  of  imperious  duft ; 
Who  on  no  falfe  infidious  fcheme  relies, 
And  fcorns  to  turn  afide  to  fraudful  lies  ! 

5  Great  is  the  love  our  God  to  man  has  fhewn ; 
Many  the  gracious  wonders  he  has  done  ; 
The  tongue  the  countlefs  number  can't  declare  ; 

The  mind  their  vaft  idea  ne'er  can  bear.  20 

6  Such  condefcenfion,  fay,  what  tongue  can  tell, 
When  thou  the  awful  fecret  didft  reveal ; 
That  not  in  facrifice  was  thy  delight, 

That  thou  the  victims  for  our  fins  didft  flight. 

7  Then  faid  I ;  "  Lo  !  I  come,  I  come,  prepar'd  25 
**  To  do  what  thou  thy  high  will  haft  declar'd  ; 

"  I  come,  the  folemn  myftery  to  unfold, 
**  Which  in  thy  facred  volumes  is  foretold."* 

8  Yes,  Lord,  thy  will  I'll  joyfully  obey, 

Thy  will,  my  great  delight,  by  night,  by  day ;  30 

Writ  on  the  faithful  tablet  of  my  heart, 
Thy  law  I  will  perform  in  ev'ry  part. 

9  Conftant  my  lips  thy  wond'rous  juftice  tell, 
And  'mong  the  pious  tribes  thy  truth  reveal : 

10  Thy  wond'rous  juftice  to  myfelf  alone  35 
I've  not  confin'd to  all,  to  all  'tis  known  ; 

Thy  wond'rous  juftice  all  enraptur'd  heard, 
Of  guilt,  of  virtue,  thy  diftincl:  reward. 

1 1  Then  let  me,  Lord,  thy  kind  compamon  mare ; 

Thy  goodnefs  guard  me  with  paternal  care ;  40 

1 2  For  many  are  the  ills  my  foul  furround  ; 

My  foul  e'en  her  own  frequent  failings  wound  ; 
My  countlefs  hair  in  number  they  exceed, 
And  make  me  with  fevere  repentance  bleed. 

1 3  But  thou,  good  God,  thy  ftrong  affiftance  give ;  45 
O  hafte  to  aid  me,  and  to  bid  me  live. 

1 4  Let  fhame,  let  fure  confufion  them  annoy, 
Who  feek  my  life  by  treach'ry  to  deftroy ; 
Let  dire  difmay  and  bafe  difhonour  dwell 

With  thofe,  who  joy  at  my  misfortunes  feel :  50 

15  Surrounded  be  they  with  diftrefs,  with  fear, 
Who  mock  thy  fervant,  and  his  fufferings  fneer, 

16  But  let  ail  they,  that  love  thy  name,  rejoice, 
And  to  thy  glory  tune  the  grateful  voice. 

Poor 


P    S    A    L    M      xli7  43 

17  Poor  tho1 1  am,  tho'  mifery  is  mine,  55 

Yet  have  I  comfort  in  thy  aid  divine, 
Thou  art  my  truft,  my  great  fupport  and  flay  j 
Hafte,  O  my  God,  nor  make  too  long  delay. 

PSALM      XLL 

1  T3  LEST  is  the  man,  who'll  not  the  poor  defpife, 
II    But  to  his  aid  with  fwift  companion  flies ; 
Him  with  abundant  mercy  will  repay 

Th'  all-high,  and  chafe  his  forrows  far  away. 

2  From  foes,  from  perils  he'll  his  foul  defend,  $ 
And  grant  him  joys,  that  but  with  life  will  end, 

In  peace,  in  opulence,  he'll  bid  him  live, 
And  all  the  bleffings  of  his  earth  he'll  give. 

3  And  when  fome  dire  difeafe  furrounds  his  head, 

When  racking  pains  confine  him  to  his  bed,  I  o 

His  bed  he'll  eafe,  his  fainting  foul  fuftain, 
To  health  reftore  him,  and  drive  off  his  pain. 

4  For,  when  with  violence  of  pain  oppreft, 
I  to  my  God  this  faithful  pray'r  addreft  : 

"  All-clement  Lord,  let  me  thy  mercy  feel,  1 5 

"  My  foul,  with  dire  offences  wounded,  heal ; 

5  "  Of  unrepented  fin  I  feel  the  force ; 

"  My  foes  with  bitter  imprecations  curfe ; 

"  When  fhall  oblivion  veil  his  name  (they  cry) 

"  When  will  he  breathe  no  more  ?  when  will  he  die  ?        20 

6  "  And  if  they  vifit  me,  and  view  my  pain, 

"  Grief  in  their  clouded  countenance  they  feign ; 

"  While  inward  joy  dilates  their  villain -heart ; 

"  Which  ftrait  breaks  out,  when  from  my  fide  they  part. 

7  "  In  fecret,  fee,  th'  inveterate  factions  herd  ;  25 
"  'Gainft  me  they  whifper  flanders  moft  abfurd ; 

if  'Gainft  me  with  unrelenting  hate  confpire ; 
"  Big  with  proud  hopes  to  compafs  their  defire. 

8  "  Now,  when  they  fee  me  with  my  fuff'rings  fpent, 

"  Surely  (they  fay)  from  heav'n  his  pains  are  fent,  30 

"  Struck  by  the  arrows  of  his  God,  he  lies ; 

<c  Shades  him  eternal  night ;  he  dies he  dies. 

9  "  Nay  ;  e'en  my  friend,  who  long  my  heart  had  known, 
"  And  made  my  table  and  my  home  his  own, 

"  'Gainft  me  has  with  invet'rate  malice  rofe,  35 

"  Ingrateful  leaves  me,  andaffifts  my  foes. 
10  "  But  thou,  O  God,  whom  long  I've  made  my  hope, 
"  From  my  'lorn  bed,  benignant,  raife  me  up ; 

G  2  "  Thy 


44  P    S    J    L    M      xLir. 

u  Thy  love  in  my  recovery  difplay, 

"  That  I  their  villain-hatred  may  repay."  40 

1 1  Thus  I  implor'd,  nor  I  implor'd  in  vain  ; 
Thou  didft,  O  God,  my  finking  foul  fuftain ; 
Me  to  my  wonted  health  didft  thou  reftore, 
And  mad'ft  my  foes  to  give  their  triumphs  o'er. 

1 2  Frefh  vigour  to  my  frame  didft  thou  impart,  45 
Preferv'dft  in  innocence  my  drooping  heart, 

My  fteps  fupported'ft  by  thy  hand  divine, 
And  on  thy  David  bad'ft  thy  prefence  fhine. 

1 3  For  this  great  boon  let  Ifraefs  God  be  prais'd, 

Eternal  altars  to  his  name  be  rais'd  ;  5* 

O'er  all  the  fcatter'd  nations  let  him  reign  ; 
From  age  to  age  be  bleft  our  God.     Amen. 

PSALM      XL1L 

1  /\    S  pants  the  hart  to  tafte  the  limpid  flood, 
jr\     So  longs  my  thirfty  foul  for  thee,  O  God. 

2  O  mall  I  ne'er  behold  the  happy  day, 
When  in  thy  houfe  I  mail  again  be  gay  ? 

3  No  food  but  tears  my  weaken'd  fyftem  knows,  5 
While  ftill  I  bear  the  infults  of  my  foes. 

4  And  yet  this  glad  reflection  fooths  my  mind, 
In  this  bleft  thought  I  confolation  find  ; 

The  time  will  come,  when  with  the  pious  throng 

Thy  houfe  I'll  vifit,  and  make  thee  my  fong ;  1  o 

When  there  I  mail  thy  glorious  works  difplay, 

And  keep  in  folemn  pomp  the  feftal  day. 

5  Why  then,  my  foul,  fo  dreadfully  difmay'd  ? 
Why  thee  fuch  fad  diftracling  griefs  invade  ? 

Difmifs  thy  fears,  and  on  thy  God  rely  ;  S  5 

E'en  yet  fhalt  thou  return  with  vi&ory ; 
Yet  with  his  pow'r  thy  cauie  will  he  fupport, 
And  thou  fhalt  praife  him  in  his  awful  court, 

6  My  joy,  my  only  folace  this,  when  I, 

O  Jordan^  in  thy  forefts  fkulking  lie  ;  20 

When,  Herman,  I  thy  rocky  defarts  trace, 
And  roam,  an  exile,  with  the  beftial  race. 

7  What  tho'  misfortunes  on  misfortunes  tread, 
Tho'  heav'n's  dread  terrors  thunder  o'er  my  head, 

Tho'  pours  the  rattling  hail,  the  billows  roar,  25 

And  the  big  founding  waters  dam  the  fhore  ; 

8  If  ftill,  O  God,  thy  mercies  thou'lt  difplay, 
Soon  will  each  lowering  cloud  difperfe  away. 

Mean 


PS    Ah    M     xLiit. 


45 


Mean  while,  I'll  in  thy  praife  employ  my  tongue., 
And  now  put  up  a  pray'r,  now  chant  a  fong ;  30 

By  day,  by  night,  me  mall  thy  truth  fuftain ; 
9  My  God  I'll  call  thee,  gently  I'll  complain  ; 
With  thefe  expostulations  footh  my  woes  ; 
"  Why  am  I  made  a  may -game  to  my  foes  ? 
"  Why  has  my  God  forgot  me  ?  Will  no  more  35 

"  Thy  mercy  aid,  when  proftrate  I  implore  I 

10  "  Hear  how  with  flouts  my  ears  the  impious  wound  ; 
"  How  they  their  vile  reproaches  fcatter  round  ; 

**  O  hear  them  vent  their  blafphemies  abroad, 

"  And  cry,  infulting,  Where  is  now  thy  God  ?"  4° 

1 1  But  why,  my  foul,  fo  dreadfully  difmay'd  ? 
Why  thee  fuch  fad  diffracting  griefs  invade  r 
Difmifs  thy  fears,  and  on  thy  God  rely ; 
E'en  yet  fhalt  thou  return  with  vittory  ;    i 

Yet  with  his  pow'r  thy  caufe  will  he  fupport,  45 

And  frill  thou'lt  praife  him  in  his  facred  court. 

PSALM      XLIIL 

X  Tl  IT  Y  great  avenger  thou,  O  Lord,  to  thee 
J.V1.    Make  I  appeal  againft  my  enemy ; 
Againft  the  fraudful,  the  deceitful  man 
Do  thou,  juft  God,  my  righteous  caufe  maintain. 

2  Thou  art  jny  fureft  hope,  my  ftrong  defence ;  5 
Why  have  I  not  my  wonted  confidence  ? 

Why  do  I  fruitlefs  mourn  my  fad  diftrefs  ? 
Why  with  fuch  fury  do  my  foes  opprefs  ? 

3  Beam  forth  thy  light,  thy  kind  aififtance  lend, 

And  'gainft  their  fierce  affaults  my  foul  defend.  10 

O  lead  me,  lead  me  to  thy  holy  hill, 

Where  downy  peace,  where  heav'nly  comforts  dwelL 

4  Then  to  thy  altar  I'll  with  tranfport  go, 

My  heart  with  ftrongert:  gratitude  fhall  glow  £ 

My  voice  in  hymns  of  harmony  I'll  raife,  l£ 

And  flrike  my  lyre,  to  celebrate  thy  praife. 

5  Why  then,  my  foul,  fo  dreadfully  difmay'd  ? 
Why  thee  fuch  fad  diftrac~ting  griefs  invade  ? 
Difmifs  thy  fears,  and  on  thy  God  rely  ; 

E'en  yet  he'll  crown  thy  brows  with  victory  j  20 

Yet  with  his  pow'r  thy  caufe  will  he  fupport  -, 
Thou  ftiil  malt  praijj?  him  in  his  facred  court. 

PSALM 


46  PSALM      xliv: 

PSALM      XLIV. 

i   ^TT^HY  glorious  deeds,  thy  mercies,  Lord,  ©fold, 
§.      Our  fathers  oft  their  progeny  have  told  ; 
Their  fons  with  pious  gratitude  they've  taught, 
What  mighty  wonders  thou  for  them  haft  wrought. 

2  How  thou  didft  thy  beneficence  difplay,  5 
And  drov'ft  the  nations  from  their  feats  away  ; 

Didft  the  profaners  of  thy  name  deftroy, 
And  badft  thy  people  their  domains  enjoy. 

3  For  not  their  ftrength  the  mighty  work  perform'd  ; 

Vainly  without  thy  goodnefs  they  had  arm'd  ;  1  o 

They  owe  the  conqueft,  the  fuccefs,  to  thee  ; 
Thy  dread  right-hand  beftow'd  the  victory. 

4  Juftly  thy  tribes  thy  hallow'd  courts  attend ; 
Propitious  hear  them,  and  afliftance  fend. 

5  By  thee  alone  fupported,  we  difmay  15 
The  vaunting  foe,  and  gain  a  glorious  day  ; 

By  thee  fupported,  on  their  necks  we'll  tread, 
And  fpurn  them  to  the  regions  of  the  dead. 

6  In  our  own  bows  no  confidence  we  have, 

Nor  fondly  hope,  that  our  own  fwords  can  fave  ;  20 

7  But  to  thy  conqu'ring  arm  our  caufe  commit, 
And  in  thy  might  our  deadly  foes  defeat. 

8  Therefore,  while  lafts  this  earth,  thy  praife  we'll  fing, 
And  make  our  boaft  of  thee,  all-pow'rful  king. 

9  But  now  thou'ft  caft  us  off;  thou  leav'ft  us  now ;  25 
No  more  the  leader  of  our  armies  thou  : 

I  o  Now  from  the  hoftile  bands  we  fly  away, 

Bafely  we  fly,  and  prove  an  eafy  prey  ; 

I I  Expos'd,  like  iheep  devoted  to  be  flain, 

We  'mid  the  nations  rove  for  peace  in  vain.  30 

1 2  Thou'ft  of  thy  people  made  a  public  fale, 
Nor  the  low  price  does  to  thy  wealth  avail. 

1 3  A  {corn  unto  our  neighbours  we  are  grown, 

Our  griefs  they  laugh  at,  and  they  mock  our  moan. 

14  A  bye-word  we're  become they  fhake  the  head 35 

1 5  For  this,  confufion  has  my  face  o'er-fpread ; 
With  fhame  I  glow,  to  hear  their  blafphemies, 
To  fee,  with  what  derifion  they  defpife. 

1 7  All  this  is  now  our  defpicable  lot ; 

Yet  we  thy  facred  cov'nant  ne'er  forgot ;  40 

1 8  Nay' ;  in  our  paths  whatever  dangers  lay, 
Our  fteady  Feet  have  ne'er  decluYd  thy  way  ; 

Tho' 


P    SAL    M     xlv:  .  47 

J9  Tho'  funk  in  deepeft  woe,  difgrac'd,  forlorn, 
By  vileft  foes  infulted,  tho'  we  mourn  ; 

Tho1  we  a  life  of  abjeft  flav'ry  breathe,  45 

And  tremble  on  the  dreadful  verge  of  death. 

20  Had  we,  O  Lord,  thy  fov'reign  pow'r.  denied, 
And  on  the  aid  of  other  Gods  relied  ; 

21  Sure  thou  hadft  known  it,  fince  to  thee  confeil 

Stand  forth  the  inmoft  fecrets  of  the  breaft  :  50 

22  And  yet  for  thee  we  all  thefe  griefs  fuftain, 
And  like  the  fatlings  of  the  fold  are  flam. 

25  Why  flumb'reft  thou,  O  Lord  ?  Awake,  awake, 
And  not  for  ever  thy  poor  tribes  forfake  ; 

24  Why  hid  thy  face  ?  Why  this  fevere  neglect  ?  S5 
Why  our  affliction  wilt  thou  Hill  forget  ? 

25  With  grief  o'erburden'd,  in  the  dull  we  lie, 
Our  weaken'd  limbs  their  wonted  aid  deny  °, 

26  Awake,  awake ;  redeem  us  from  our  foes, 

And  let  thy  mercy  diffipate  our  woes.  60 

PSALM      XLK 

1  \    GLORIOUS  theme  my  raptur'd  heart  infpires,1 
X\  -A  theme  the  moil  fublime  my  genius  fires  ; 

The  king the  king to  him  pertains  the  fong— — 

The  king  infpires  the  lay,  and  fills  my  tongue, 

2  The  king,  excelling  all  of  mortal  birth;  5 
Far  fairer  than  the  faireft  fons  of  earth  ; 

What  namelefs  beauty  !  what  majeftic  grace  ! 
What  heav'nly  radiance  beams  upon  his  face  ! 
The  king,  to  whom  the  pow'r,  that  all  obey, 
Eternal  honours  gives,  eternal  fway.  10 

3  Approach,  unconquer'd  chief,  and  on  thy  thigh 
Gird  thy  victorious  fword,  with  majefty, 

4  With  glory  bright-array'd  ;  around  thee  fhine 
Fair  truth,  ftern  juftice,  clemency  divine  ; 

Crown'd  with  bright  conqueft  thy  refiftlefs  hand,  15 

Obey  the  nations  round  thy  great  command  ; 

5  Pour  dreadful  vengeance  on  the  flubborn  foe, 
And  let  thy  fatal  arrows  bring  them  low. 

6  Thy  fov'reign  pow'r  no  time  mail  bound,  no  fpace  -s 

Not  chang'd  by  years,  not  circumfcrib'd  by  place  ;  zo 

7  On  juftice  founded,  'twill  for  ever  laft  ; 

No  force  fhall  harm  it,  no  attempts  mall  biait 
The  glorious  ruler  of  the  realms  above 
(O  blfft  indulgence  of  almighty  love)  \ 

'  Above 


48  PSALM     xlv. 

Above  thy  fellows  high  exalts  thy  name ; 
The  facred  oils  adown  thy  veftments  ftream ; 

8  Thy  veftments,  o'er  thy  graceful  moulders  fpread, 
Their  odorif 'rous  fcents  around  thee  ihed ; 
Of  eaflern  CaJJia  the  admir'd  perfume, 
Of '  myrrhe  the  tears,  of  Aloes  the  gum. 

h  But  what  bright  blooming  maids  around  attend, 
That  from  a  long  imperial  race  defcend  ? 
Around  thy  queen  fubmiffively  they  wait, 
Thy  queen,  at  thy  right-hand  who  fits  in  ftate  » 
Thy  queen,  with  Ophirs  fpark'ling  gold  array'd, 
With  glittering  gems  adorn'd  her  glorious  head. 
3  0  And  thou,  fair  confort,  liften  to  the  lay  ; 
Thy  gentle  foul  let  my  fweet  numbers  fway ; 
Thy  royal  father  and  thy  natal  feat, 
Thy  dear,  thy  weeping  relatives  forget ; 

1 1  Look  on  thy  prince,  thy  prince  revere,  who  lives 
But  on  the  joys  thy  heav'nly  beauty  gives  : 

1 2  To  thee  proud  Tyre  mall  her  gay  prefents  fend  i 
Thee  mall  the  noble  and  the  great  attend  ; 
Wait  on  thy  nod,  and  bow  with  fuppliant  knee  j 
Pleas'd  to  receive  a  gracious  fmile  from  thee. 

13  Rich  are  the  royal  charmer's  robes behold, 

How  bright  fhe  gliftens  in  her  braided  gold ; 
With  all  their  efforts  art  and  nature  ftrove, 
To  make  her  worthy  of  a  monarch's  love. 

14.  She  comes ;  the  king  receives  the  lovely  prize, 
And  fpeechlefs  tranfport  lightens  in  his  eyes. 
Her  maids  attend  her,  maids  divinely  fair, 
Whofe  lovely  forms  their  high  defcent  declare  : 
With  fhouts  of  joy  the  people  round  them  wait, 
To  hail  their  entrance  in  the  palace -gate. 

1 6  O  high-born  maid  !  regret  thy  fire  no  more, 
But  view  the  pleafures  of  my  regal  pow'r; 
Let  all  thy  beauties,  let  thy  love  be  mine  ; 
I'll  make  thee  mother  of  a  royal  line  ; 

Thy  fons  fhall  boaft  a  wide  extended  fway, 
And  diftant  nations  fhall  their  rule  obey. 

17  Thy  beauties  too,  the  fubjecl:  of  my  fong, 

Shall  ftill  employ  my  lyre,  and  tune  my  tongue  ; 

Thy  beauties  late  pofterity  fhall  fing, 

And  blefs  the  lovely  fair,  that  charm'd  the  king. 


PSALM 


PSALM      xlvi,    xlvii.  49 

PSALM     XLVL 

%  f\  U  R  refuge  and  our  ftrength  is  jheavVs  high  God ; 
\J    Our  certain  aid,  when  troubles  rage  abroad  ; 

2  Therefore  why  fhou'd  we  fear,  tho'  dangers  threat ; 
Tho'  moves  this  folid  earth  from  off  her  feat  j 

Tho'  from  it's  bafis  ftarts  each  lofty  hill ;  £ 

Tho'  the  ftunn'd  fea  their  tumbling  ruins  fill ; 

3  Tho'  rife  the  waters,  and  the  billows  roar, 
And  the  big  waves  infult  the  rocky  more  ? 

4  For  round  the  city,  which  th'  all-high  approves. 

The  facred,  folemn  temple,  that  he  loves,  10 

Streams  a  fair  river,  glad'ning,  as  it  flows, 
The  bleft  inhabitants  with  fweet  repofe. 

5  There,  that  no  terrors  may  difturb  their  peace, 
That  me  from  hoftiie  bands  may  reft  at  eafe, 

Dwells  God  himfelf,  fupports  her  with  his  aid;  15 

In  vain  the  hoftiie  bands  her  peace  invade . 

6  When  rag'd  the  heathen,  and  prepar'd  the  war, 
And  ftruck  the  nations  round  with  horrid  fear, 
From  out  his  thunder  fpoke  th'  almighty  Lord, 
Trembled  low  earthy  and  melted  at  his  word.  20 

7  For  us  the  Lord  of  hofts  difplays  his  pow'r ; 
Our  refuge  he,  whom  Jacobus  fons  adore. 

8  Come  then,  and  fee  the  wonders  of  his  hand, 
The  workings  of  his  pow'r  in  ev'ry  land  ; 

9  He  bids  the  harraft  world  to  be  at  peace  ;  25 
He  bids  the  fury  of  the  war  to  ceafe  ; 

The  bow  he  breaks,  he  fnaps  the  deadly  fpear, 
And  flops  the  chariot  in  it's  full  career. 

10  "  Compofe  your  troubled  hearts  to  reft  (he  cries) 

"  And  know  the  pow'r  that  in  the  Godhead  lies ;  30 

"  I'm  earth's  fole  Lord,  and  I'll  fupport  my  claim, 
"  And  all  the  nations  mall  adore  my  name." 
1 1  For  us  the  Lord  of  hofts  difplays  his  pow'r, 
Our  refuge  he,  whom  Jacob's  fons  adore. 

PSA     L    M      XLVII. 

1  {">  LAP  your  glad  hands,  ye  people  all,  rejoice ; 
V^i    Shout  to  your  God  with  loud  triumphant  voice  j 

2  The  mighty  God,  tremendous  in  his  wrath, 
Whofe  boundlefs  rule  extends  o'er  all  the  earth  : 

3  Who  'as  made  the  nations  truckle  to  our  fway,  5 
And  e'en  the  pow'rful  of  the  world  obey  : 

H  Who 


50  P    S    A    L    M      xlviii. 

4  Who  'as  giv'n  his  chofen  race  a  wide  domain, 
And  bleft  them  with  a  glorious,  endlefs  reign. 

5  Hark  !  he  comes  forth  ;  the  chearful  trumpets  found  ; 

With  fhouts  the  pious  tribes  attend  around  ;  ic 

6  He  comes,  he  comes ;  approach  your  God  with  praife, 
In  hymns  of  joy  your  tuneful  voices  raife  j 

-j  He  comes,  o'er  all  the  univerfal  king  ; 

Let  heav'n's  wide  arch  with  acclamations  ring ; 

Ye  fons  of  melody,  fet  forth  his  pow'r  ;  1 5 

8  That  e'en  the  heathen  may  their  God  adore ; 
O'er  all  he  rules,  and  from  his  lofty  throne, 
Awful,  he  makes  his  righteous  judgments  known  ; 

9  To  him  the  princes  of  the  people  fly, 

Own  him  their  God,  and  on  his  aid  rely  ;  20 

Own,  that  the  heav'ns  and  earth  and  feas  belong 
To  him,  and  make  omnipotence  their  fong. 

PSALM      XLVIII. 

i  f~^  R  E  A  T  is  the  Lord ;  moll  worthy  he  of  praife  >, 
Vj    Sing,  fing  his  glory  in  melodious  lays, 
Ye  fons  of  Szon,  where's  the  bleft  abode, 
The  radiant  habitation  of  our  God. 

2  Of  Sions  hill  mod  beauteous  is  the  fite,  5 
Sion,  the  nation's  joy,  the  earth's  delight : 

Full  to  the  north  the  king's  bright  manfions  lie, 
And  with  refplendent  beauty  ftrike  the  eye. 

3  There  IfraeVs  race  have  oft  beheld  the  Lord 

Maintain  their  caufe,  and  pow'rful  help  afford.  to 

4  With  mad'ning  rage  the  furious  monarchs  came, 
With  fierce  intent  t'  enwrap  our  walls  in  flame  ;  • 

5  They  view'd  with  wonder,  trembled  with  difmay, 
And,  flruck  with  terror,  haft'ned  quick  away  ; 

6  Not  greater  terror  ftrikes  the  matron's  heart,  15 
When  of  approaching  throes  Ihe  dreads  the  fmart  -s 

7  Not  greater  fears  the  heartlefs  crew  aflail, 
When  o'er  the  ftout-ribb'd  fhip  the  waves  prevail. 

3  As  to  their  ions  our  fathers  oft  have  told 

Thy  glorious  deeds,-  thy  miracles  of  old  ;  20 

So  in  the  city  of  our  God  we've  view'd, 

The  fame  bright  fcheme  of  wonders  ftill  purfued ; 

Still  fhall  our  progeny  on  thee  r&ly, 

Thou'lt  frill  relieve,  when  in  diftrefs  they  cry. 

9  Thy  gracious  mercies,  Lord,  we'll  ne'er  forget,  25 

But  'fore  thy  altar  gratefully  repeat ; 

Thv 


P    S    A    L    M      xlix.  5i 

10  Thy  praife,  thy  juftice,  glorious  as  thy  name, 
To  earth  s  extreme!!  bounds  will  we  proclaim ; 

1 1  Yes  ;  Sions  hill  to  all  the  realms  around, 

Thy  great,  thy  righteous  judgments,  fhall  refound  ;  3© 

The  fons  of  Salem,  and  her  virgin  train, 
To  endlefs  time  renew  the  grateful  ftrain. 

12  Walk  round,  ye  faithful  tribes  ;  her  walls  explore  $ 
Her  ftrong,  her  lofty  turrets,  number  o'er  j 

13  Obferve  her  forts,  her  palaces,  with  care,  3? 
And  to  your  fons  her  wond'rous  ftrength  declare  ; 

1 4  That  they  may  know,  how  mighty  is  the  Lord, 
What  aids  he'll  to  his  chofen  race  afford  ; 
How  he'll  fupport  them  ever  with  his  pow'r : 

And,  knowing,  praife  his  name,  till  time's  no  more4  40 

PSALM      XLIX. 

1  T  TO WE'ER  difpers'd,  ye  various  nations,  hear, 
JL  X    Ye  f°ns  °^  frailty,  lend  a  lift'ning  ear  j 

2  Whether  in  honours  and  in  wealth  ye  flow, 
Whether  immers'd  in  penury  and  woe  : 

3  Wifdom's  the  facred  fubjecl  of  my  fong,  5 
Wifdom  employs  my  lyre  and  tunes  my  tongue ; 
Wifdom,  to  all  that  hear  her,  Heady  friend  : 

Plain  is  my  parable,  if  you'll  attend. 

5  Why  fhou'd  the  dread  of  diilant  want  controul 

The  active  vigour  of  my  heav'n-born  foul  ?  10 

Why  forfeit  I  my  claim  to  future  blifs 
By  anxious  cares  for  earthly  happinefs  ? 

6  They,  who  in  purple  and  in  gold  are  dreft, 
Of  honours  and  of  opulence  pofleft, 

With  wealth,  with  pow'r  elate,  when  dies  the  friend,  15 

Whom  they  with  joy  wou'd  to  the  fhades  attend  ; 
Him  by  their  gold,  their  honours,  can  they  fave, 
Can  they  redeem  him  from  the  greedy  grave  ? 

8  Ah  no ;  no  wealth  the  parting  foul  can  flay, 

That  from  the  linking  body  fleets  away..  20 

9  Inexorable  death  the  bribe  rejects  ; 

Nor  pray'rs,  nor  tears,  nor  ranfom,  he  refptdls  1 
He  views  their  p-oifer'd,  gilded  bait,  with  fcorn, 
And  bluntly  tells  them,  there  is  no  return. 

10  The  wife,  the  foolifh,  feel  alike  his  pow'r,  z| 
While  thanklefs  heirs  poflefs  their  Aiming  ftore  : 

1 1  Vainly  they  think,  the  lofty  domes  they  raiie, 
Will  fpread  their  honours  e'en  to  after-days, 

H  z  Their 


52  P    S    A    L    M      l. 

Their  large  pofTeffions  will  retain  their  name, 
And  fair-enrol  them  in  the  lifts  of  fame.  3© 

I  2  Alas !  when  once  they  die,  when  once  no  more, 
Soon  are  forgot  their  name,  their  wealth,  their  pow'r. 

1 3  Yet  ftill  like  folly  to  their  race  extends ; 
From  family  to  family  defcends. 

14  As  the  fierce  wolf  devours  his  fleecy  prey,  35 
Feeds  on  them  death,  and  finifhes  their  day ; 

And  while  bright  hours,  that  never  have  an  end, 

And  mining  profpe&s  righteous  fouls  attend  ; 

Weak  feeble  age  their  beauty  fhall  confume, 

And  fink  their  honours  in  the  mould'ring  tomb.  40 

1 5  But  me  redeems  my  Saviour  from  the  grave  j 
Me  to  himfelf,  to  glory,  he'll  receive  : 

1 6  Nor  thou  repine,  when  one  of  low  eftate, 
By  fortune  favour'd,  fuddenly  grows  great. 

1 7  What  fhall  attend  him,  when  he  comes  to  die  ?  45 
See,  his  unfaithful  honours  from  him  fly  : 

1 8  Tho',  while  he  liv'd,  he  ev'ry  good  enjoy 'd, 
And  flow'd  in  pleafures,  till  his  foul  was  cloy'd ; 
Tho'  he  to  others  fhew'd  the  tempting  way, 

And  bad  them,  like  himfelf,  be  ever  gay ;  50 

1 9  When  to  his  fathers  he  defcends  below, 

To  thofe  black  fcenes  of  wretchednefs  and  woe, 
Where  not  one  glad'ning  ray  his  foul  revives, 
He  then  his  mad  prepofVrous  folly  grieves. 

20  For  man,  of  honours  and  of  wealth  pofleit,  55 
If  not  with  wifdom's  facred  influence  bleft ; 

Not  nobler  than  a  beftial  can  be  thought, 
And,  like  a  beftial,  will  at  length  be  nought. 

PSALM       L. 

1  *  M'%  H  E  mighty  God,  whom  heav'ns  and  earth  obey, 

X       Who  bends  the  fcept'red  tyrants  to  his  fway, 
Speaks  his  dread  judgments  to  the  nations  round, 
And  hears  the  fentence  earth's  extremeft  bound. 

2  From  Sions  hill,  in  mining  glory  clad,  5 
He  fpeaks,  and  fills  the  lift'ning  world  with  dread. 

3  He  comes ;  man's  impious  crimes  he'll  bear  no  more  ; 
Before  his  prefence  flames  of  fire  devour ; 

No  more  a  Saviour,  he  the  judge  aflumes  5 

Tremendous  winds  furround  him ;  lo  !  he  comes.  10 

4  Impartial  in  his  procefs,  heav'n  he'll  call 
With  all  her  orbs,  and  this  terreftrial  ball  j 

T» 


PSALM      l. 


53 


To  witnefs  to  his  juftice heaven  obeys ;  . 

Earth  owns,  eternal  truth  his  procefs  fways. 
5  "  Ye  pious  tribes  (he  fays)  with  whom  I've  made  1 5 

"  A  facred  covenant,  be  not  difmay'd ; 
"  With  confidence  approach ;  difmifs  your  fears ; 
"  Yon  bright  etherial  arch  your  judgment  hears  j 
*'  Your  God  himfelf  is  judge  ;  his  juftice  prove 
"  Yon  bright  etherial  orbs,  that  roll  above.  20 

7  "  You  firft  I  call,  bleft  Abrhams  favour'd  race, 
"  Whom  long  I've  honour'd  with  peculiar  grace  ; 
"  Yourfelves  atteft  beneficence  divine, 

"  And  own  that  juftice,  and  that  mercy's  mine  ; 

8  "  That  few  the  victims,  whofe  attoning  blood  25 
"  In  facred  ftreams  have  on  my  altars  flow'd  ; 

9  "  I  not  reprove  ;  the  fadings  of  the  fold, 
"  Theftalledox,  indiff'rent,  I  behold; 

I  o  "  Mine  are  the  beafts  that  in  the  foreft  rove ; 

"  Mine  are  the  beafts  that  range  the  hill  and  grove ;  30 

I I  "  Where'er  the  favage  beftials  of  the  field 

"  Retreat,  their  haunts  are  not  from  me  conceal'd. 

"  In  the  fteep  rock,  or  on  the  lofty  tree, 

"  Tho'  neft  the  feather'd  tribes,  they're  known  to  me. 

12  "  If  I,  like  man,  the  pangs  of  hunger  feel,  35 
"  Say,  is  it  requifite,  I  thee  fhou'd  tell  ? 

"  Thy  kind  affiftance,  fay,  fhall  I  implore ; 
"  I,  who  o'er  all  have  univerfal  pow'r  ? 

1 3  "  Me  will  the  flefh  of  bullocks  fatisfy  ? 

"  The  ofFer'd  blood  of  fatted  goats,  drink  I  ?  49 

1 4  "  No,  no  ;  the  breaft  with  gratitude  that  glows, 

"  The  fervent  heart  that  breathes  it's  honeft  vows, 

15  "  My  banquet  thefe be  thefe  thy  facrifice, 

"  And  when  fevere  diftrefs  upon  thee  lies, 

"  My  name  invoke ;  thy  drooping  foul  I'll  raife,  45 

"  And  thou  fhalt  pay  thy  God  with  grateful  praife." 

1 6  But  to  the  wicked  fays  th'  almighty  Lord ; 
(The  wicked  hear,  and  tremble  at  his  word) 

"  Wretch  !  wilt  thou  dare  to  plead  my  righteous  laws, 

"  My  facred  covenant,  to  fupport  thy  caufe  ?  50 

17  "  Thou,  who  to  hear  inftruftion  didft  refufe, 

il  And  with  thy  impious  feoffs  my  word  abufe  ? 

18  "  Thou  with  the  thief,  thyfelf  a  thief,  didft  join, 

"  And  mad'ft  th'  adult'rers  filthy  purpofe  thine :      - 

19  "  To  mifchief  prone,  didft  mifchief  meditate,  55 
«  And  arm'dlt  thy  villain -tongue  >vith  curft  deceit : 

«  Didft 


54  P    S    J    L    M      u. 

20  "  Didft  violate  of  blood  the  facred  ties, 

"  And  'gainft  thy  brother  fram'dft  malicious  lies  : 

21  ef  And,  more  t'  enhance  thy  impious  villainy, 

"  'Caufe  filent  I,  think'ft  I  refemble  thee  :  60 

"  Vain  is  the  thought thy  crimes  I'll  now  difplay, 

"  And  fet  thy  monftrous  deeds  in  open  day. 

22  "  Ye  liftlefs  crouds,  that  now  your  God  forget, 
"  Confider  this,  and  make  a  fafe  retreat ; 

."  Left,  when  to  judgment  cited  by  my  wrath,  65 

"  Not  one  can  fave  you  from  eternal  death  : 

23  "  And  you,  ye  righteous,  you  your  voices  raife, 
"  In  fongs  of  gratitude,  in  hymns  of  praife  ; 

"  This  to  eternal  happinefs  the  road  ; 

*'  This,  this  will  place  you  nigh  the  throne  of  God.  70 

PSALM      LI. 

1  /~\  GOD  of  mercy,  view  my  pleading  tears, 
V^/  And  hear  a  contrite  finner's  earneft  pray'rs  ; 

2  My  fpotted  foul  from  her  defilements,  clean  ; 
O  wafh  me,  cleanfe  me,  from  my  crying  fin ; 

3  With  fhame,  with  anguifh,  I  my  crime  confefs  j  5 
Abafh'd,  I  own  my  horrid  wickednefs : 

4  'Gainft  thee  I've  finn'd  ;  my  monftrous  guilt  thou  view'ft, 
And  with  immediate  vengeance  ftricl  purfueft ; 

That  man  may  own  impartial  juftice  thine, 

And  curb  their  impious  tongues  'gainft  pow'r  divine.  10 

5  But  ah  !  remember,  Lord,  tho'  great  my  blame, 
E'en  from  the  womb  my  firft  infection  came  ; 

In  fin  was  I  conceiv'd,  in  fin  brought  forth, 
And  came  a  vile  offender  from  the  birth. 

6  While  thou,  a  foul  from  all  contagion  free,  1 5 
Doft  ftill  demand,  rich  in  fimplicky, 

A  foul,  with  wifdom  arm'd,  with  innocence, 
A  foul,  unfpotted  by  the  crimes  of  fenfe. 

7  Be  thine  the  glorious  work O  let  me  fhew 

Far  purer  in  thy  fight  than  whiteft  fnow.  20 

8  With  peace,  with  joy,  with  gladnefs  fill  my  mind, 
'Till  my  faint  limbs  their  wonted  vigour  find  ; 

9  Let  not  thine  eye  my  mocking  guilt  furvey, 
But  wafh  the  filth  of  all  my  fins  away  : 

io  Cleanfe  thou  my  heart,  O  God,  from  ev'ry  ftain,  25 

Renew  my  foul  that  flie  her  health  regain  ; 
1 1  And  not  in  anger  turn  away  thy  face, 

But  ftill  with  thy  enliv'ning  fpirit  blefs : 


PSALM      tii. 


55 


12  O  ftill  my  hopes  of  happinefs  reftore  ; 

Uphold  me  Hill,  that  I  may  fall  no  more.  gp 

1 3  So  (hall  tranfgrefTors,  who  thy  mercy  fee, 
Forfake  their  errors,  and  give  praife  to  thee  : 

1 4  O  free  me  from  the  blood  I  bafely  fpilt, 

0  cleanfe  my  foul  from  her  enormous  guilt. 

Then  mall  my  tongue  thy  tender  mercies  iing,  35 

Thy  righteous  juftice  hymn,  all-gracious  king. 

1 5  Ope  then  my  lips,  O  Lord,  and  I  will  raife 
My  grateful  voice,  to  celebrate  thy  praife  ; 

1 6  The  offer'd  victim  thou  doft  not  demand  ; 

The  victim  elfe  fhou'd  'fore  thy  altar  Hand  :  40 

1 7  Pleas'd  with  a  nobler  facrifice  thou  art  j 
A  broken  fpirit  and  a  contrite  heart. 

1 8  Still  Sions  hill,  ftill  Salem's  walls  defend ; 

Be  ftill,  O  God,  thy  people's  pow'rful  friend ; 

19  Then  pure  their  ofTrings,  pure  their  hearts  mall  be,  41 
The  chafteft  vows  mall  they  put  up  to  thee  j 

The  fatted  goat  thy  facred  fires  {hall  feed, 
And  the  young  bullock  at  thy  altar  bleed. 

PSALM      til 

i   \T7H  Y  boaft'ft  thou,  tyrant,  thy  high  crimes  aloud  ? 
V V      Our  God  is  ever  to  the  righteous  good  : 

2  Thy  guileful  tongue  (a  falmood  ev'ry  word) 
More  fatal  pierces,  than  the  keeneft  fword  ; 

3  Mifchief  thou  lov'ft,  and  goodnefs  doft  defpife,  5 
Truth  hath  thy  hate  ;  thy  dear  amufement  lies  3 

4  A  Slander,  big  with  ruin,  gives  thee  joy  ; 

5  Therefore  th'  avenging  God  mall  thee  deftroy, 
Shall  root  thee  out,  that  thou  be  feen  no  more, 

While  man  in  vain  thy  dwelling  {hall  explore.  10 

6  This  {hall  the  righteous  view  with  joyful  fear  , 
Smile  at  thy  punimment,  and  heav'n  re\?ere. 

7  "  Lo  !  this  the  man  (they'll  cry)  with  impious  pride 
11  Who  brav'd  his  maker,  and  his  pow'r  defied  ; 

"  Who  his  frail  riches  made  his  ftrength,  and  ftrove  r  5 

"  By  villain-arts  to  mate"  our  Lord  above  !" 

8  For  me,  I'll,  like  an  olive,  flourim  long  ; 
I'll  in  the  mercies  of  my  God  be  ftrong  j 

1  in  his  houfe  will  dwell ;  and  night  and  day, 

The  wonders  of  his  mighty  arm  difplay  \  20 

9  His  glorious  works,  his  clemency,  proclaim, 
And  hail  for  ever  his  tremendous  name. 

P  S  A  L  M 


56  P      S     J     L      M        LIII,      LIV. 

PSALM      LIII. 

I   ftf**  H  E  impious  atheift,  in  his  folly  proud, 
I       At  one  almighty  being  laughs  aloud  : 
Corrupt  they're  all  ;  from  virtue's  paths  they  turn, 
And  in  the  quenchlefs  fires  of  luft  they  burn ; 
Their  mocking  crimes,  their  curft  impieties,  i 

Demand  tremendous  vengeance  from  the  fkies. 

2  Th'  all-high  looks  down  from  his  etherial  throne, 
To  fee,  if  man  his  fov'reign  pow'r  will  own  ; 

If  yet  the  fons  of  earth  accept  his  fway, 

His  name  revere,  and  his  dread  will  obey  :  ic 

3  Ah  no  !  not  one ;  they  'gain ft  their  God  confpire, 
Purfue  the  dictates  of  each  wild  defire, 

In  filthy  fcenes  of  vice  their  hours  employ, 

And  make  their  mocking  crimes  their  horrid  joy. 

4  Does  then  rank  frenzy  o'er  the  wicked  reign,  1 5 
That  they  fuch  hideous  blafphemy  maintain  ; 

That  they  my  people  as  their  prey  devour, 
And,  obftinate,  reject  almighty  pow'r  ? 

5  Yet  fure  diftratting  fears  their  hearts  fhall  wound, 

And  dread  alarms  their  daftard  fouls  confound  ;  20 

For  God  fhall  ftrike  them  with  a  fore  difmay, 
Shall  break  their  bones,  and  fcatter  them  away, 
With  fhame  his  vengeance  has  their  fteps  befet, 
And  death  and  ruin  all  around  them  wait. 

6  From  Sions  hill,  O  that  the  Lord  wou'd  fend  25 
His  fpeedy  aid,  and  Jacobs  fons  defend  ; 

Wou'd  his  own  people  from  their  bondage  free, 

And  give  them  back  their  native  liberty  ! 

Then  fhou'd  the  race  of  J/raef  fhout  for  joy, 

And  their  glad  tongues  in  grateful  hymns  employ.  30 

PSALM       LIT. 

1  PAVE  me,  my  God  ;  protect  me  from  the  foe, 

O    That  all  may  fear,  thy  name,  thy  pow'r  may  know  ; 

2  Lift  to  my  pray'r  j  O  turn  a  gracious  ear, 

3  For  ftrangers  ftrike  my  heart  with  fudden  fear  ; 

Againft  my  peace  the  fierce  oppreiTors  rife  ;  .$, 

And  have  not  fet  thy  vengeance  'fore  their  eyes. 

4  But  lo  !  the  Lord's  my  help  ;  he'll  free  my  foul ; 
He'll  the  vile  fchemes  of  cruel  men  controul ; 

5  By  their  own  impious  arts  themfelves  fhall  fall, 

And  in  the  toils  they've  laid  fhall  perifh  all.  10 

Therefore 


PSALM      ly.  57 

6  Therefore  to  him  the  folemn  vow  1*11  pay, 
His  praife  I'll  fing,  his  goodnefs  I'll  difpla/ ; 

7  For  he  from  my  diftrefs  will  fet  me  free, 
And  give  fuccefs  againft  my  enemy. 

PSALM      LK 

i  T\yj"Y  earneft  pray'r,  O  heav'nly  father,  hear, 
J.VX    Nor  on  thy  fuppliant  fervant  look  fevere : 

z  View  with  what  forrows  fwells  my  anguifti'd  breafl ; 
What  fatal  griefs  deny  my  foul  her  reft  j 

3  'Caufe  of  the  malice  of  oppreflive  foes,  5 
The  bitter  hate,  with  which  they've  'gainft  me  rofe ; 

The  killing  flanders  on  my  fame  they  caft, 
Their  caufelefs  fury  that  will  ever  laft. 

4  Pain'd  is  my  heart,  and  forely  weeps  within ; 

My  heart  the  horrors  of  the  grave  hath  feen.  10 

5  A  fudden  tremor  c  a  my  fyftem  falls ; 
A  fudden  terror  r.iy  fad  foul  appalls ; 

6  'Twas  then  I  faid ;  "  Oh !  cou'd  I  fly  away, 
"  Cou'd  to  fome  lone  retreat  myfelf  convey  ; 

*'  O  cou'd  I  wing  it  like  the  plaintive  dove  ?  1 5 

"  Soon  to  the  defarts,  to  the  woods  I'd  rove  ; 

8  '*  Swifter  than  winds  I'd  fkim  the  liquid  air, 

"  Reach  the  wild  wafte,  and  feek  my  folace  there." 

9  Deftroy  them,  Lord ;  confound  each  villain-tongue, 

For  range  the  city  violence  and  wrong ;  zo 

I  o  Or  night  or  day  their  mifchiefs  never  fail ; 

Their  monftrous  crimes  in  ev'ry  ftreet  prevail ; 

I I  Within  her  walls  each  horrid  guilt  is  found ; 
Rage,  av'rice,  fraud,  deceit,  and  luft,  abound. 

12  Had  fprung  my  mis'ries  from  an  open  foe,  25 
I  fhou'd  expe£t,  and  ward  againft  the  blow ; 

Or  if  fome  mighty  tyrant  had  aflail'd, 
Myfelf  I  'ad  'gainft  his  violence  conceal'd  : 

1 3  But  fay,  cou'd  I  my  guardlefs  foul  defend, 

When  thus  afTaulted  by  my  bofom  friend  ?  30 

1 4  One  fo  belov'd,  I  ne'er  cou'd  from  him  part, 
But  fhar'd  with  him  the  fecrets  of  my  heart; 
With  him  in  focial  converfe  fpent  the  day, 
With  him  thy  temple  fought,  my  vows  to  pay.  ' 

15  Let  them  no  more  their  horrid  mifchiefs  breathe  }  35 
O  fink  them,  link  them,  in  eternal  death  ; 

Monfters  of  iniquity  from  their  birth  ! 

Pour,  heav'n,  thy  terrors ;  overwhelm  them,  earth  ! 

I  While 


jS  PSALM      Lvi. 

1 6  While  I  my  God  invoke,  to  end  my  grief; 

While  from  his  mercy  I  receive  relief;  40 

1 7  At  morn,  at  even,  while  his  name  I  praife, 
And  fing  protecting  pow'r  in  grateful  lays. 

1 8  Yes  ;  thou  fhalt  give  me  fafety  in  the  war  ; 

In  vain  their  num'rous  bands  mall  they  prepare  ; 

In  vain  fhall  threaten ;  I'll  in  thee  be  bold,  45 

The  wonderful,  th'  almighty  God  of  old  : 

No  longer  fhall  they  boaft  their  cruel  pow'r ; 

Their  proud  relentlefs  hearts  fhall  rage  no  more. 

20  Peace  they'll  pretend,  yet  fuddenly  invade, 

Nor  heed  the  folemn  treaties  they  have  made  ;  50 

21  Smoother  than  milk,  than  oil,  flows  ev'ry  word, A 
Yet  wounds  more  deeply  than  the  keeneft  fword. 

22  But  God  my  hope,  my  foul  will  he  fuftain ; 
On  him  the  righteous  ne'er  rely  in  vain  ; 

23  He'll  on  the  wicked  dire  deftrudtion  pour,  55 
Them  in  their  youth  fhall  fudden  death  devour ; 

Their  fouls  of  half  their  days  fhall  he  deprive  ; 
While  a  long  round  of  years  the  righteous  live. 

PSALM      LVI. 

1  T"    O  !  how  my  refllefs  foes  my  life  purfue  f 

1  4   With  pity,  Lord,  th'  impending  peril  view  ; 

2  Many  are  they,  my  ruin  that  defire, 
And,  infolently  proud,  my  death  confpire. 

3  But,  whate'er  terrors  compafs  round  my  heart,  5 
Thou,  thou  alone  my  great  protector  art. 

4  Thee  will  I  praife,  O  God,  on  thee  rely, 
And  all  attempts  of  mortal  rage  defy  ; 

5  Yet  conftant  they  detract  from  what  I  fpeak, 

And,  to  diftrefs  me,  villainoufly  feek ;  10 

6  To  fecret  places  they  in  crouds  retreat, 

And  there  t'  enfnare  my  guilelefs  foul  they  wait. 

7  Shall  they  efcape,  and  in  their  crimes  go  on  ? 
Rife  in  thy  fearful  wrath,  and  caft  them  down. 

8  My  toils  thou  numb'reft,  and  thou  view'ft  my  flight ;  15 
In  thy  fair  tablet  all  my  tears  are  writ : 

9  Afiur'd  I  am,  that  when  to  thee  I  cry, 
Thou  wilt  aflift.  me,  and  my  foes  will  fly  ; 

10  Thee  will  I  praife,  O  God  ;  in  thee  I'll  truft, 

And  brave  the  threat'nings  of  imperious  duft  ;  20 

1 2  Sav'd  by  thy  hand  from  my  deftruclive  foes, 
Thee  will  I  praife,  to  thee  I'll  pay  my  vows ; 


P    S    A    L    M  -,  xvn,     Lvm,  59 

1 3  For  thou'lt  preserve  me  from  the  dreary  grave, 
My  tott'ring  feet,  that  they  not  flip,  thou'lt  fave  j 
Favour'd  by  thee,  long  life  mall  I  enjoy ;  25 

Long  to  thy  glory  111  that  life  employ. 

PSALM      LVII. 

1  '  I  s  O  thee,  good  God,  I  ev'ry  blefling  owe  ; 

A      O  hear  me  now ;  thy  wonted  mercy  {hew  : 
Beneath  the  ihelter  of  thy  wings  I'll  reft, 
Till  all  thefe  dreadful  ills  are  overpaft. 

2  Thee  I'll  invoke,  thy  gracious  aid  implore,  5 
For  ne'er  was  yet  with -held  thy  faving  powV. 

3  From  heav'n  malt  thou  thy  kind  afliftance  fend ; 
Me  mail  thy  mercy  and  thy  truth  defend  ; 
Fruitlefs,  my  foes  their  impious  flanders  dart ; 

Fruitlefs  they  aim  their  mifchiefs  at  my  heart :  10 

4  E'en  tho'  'mong  favage  lions,  fierce  and  fell, 
'Mongft  rav'nous  beafts,  that  vomit  fire,  I  dwell, 
Whofe  tongues  than  keeneft  fwords  more  fatal  are, 
Whofe  teeth  wound  deeper  than  the  pointed  fpear, 

5  Do  thou,  O  God,  exalt  thy  glory  high  ;  1 5 
Shew  to  th'  aftonifh'd  earth  thy  majefty. 

6  For  me  their  villain-toils  they  now  prepare, 
My  poor  afflicted  foul  they  feek  t'  enfnare  ; 

For  me  theyVe  made  a  pit in  vain  they've  made  ; 

To  the  fame  pit  they  are  themfelves  betray'd.  20 

7  Fix'd  is  my  heart ;  my  heart's  refolv'd,  O  God, 
To  fpread  thy  praifes  and  thy  name  abroad ; 

8  Awake,  my  lyre— -—my  pfaltery----my  voice 

At  early  ,dawn  I'll  in  my  God  rejoice  ; 

9  My  fong  of  thee  the  nations  round  fhall  hear ;  25 
Struck  with  the  theme,  thy  pow'r  fhall  they  revere  j 

I  o  For  to  yon  tracklefs  clouds,  yon  heav'ns  above, 

Extend  thy  truth,  thy  clemency,  thy  love. 

I I  Do  thou,  O  God,  exalt  thy  glory  high  ; 

Beam  on  the  wond'ring  world  thy  majefty.        ;  30 

PSALM      LVIIL 

1  \7  E  fages,  plac'd  on  judgment's  awful  feat, 

j[      Say,  is  your  procefs  juft,  without  deceit  ? 

2  Ah  no  !  your  hearts  in  villain-fchemes  are  ftrong9 
And  with  the  mew  of  equity  you  wrong, 

I  2  E'en 


60  P    S    A   L    M     lix. 

3  E'en  from  your  infant-years  from  truth  you  ftray'd,  5 
And  the  vile  dictates  of  your  hearts  obey'd. 

4  Beneath  your  tongues  a  deadly  poifon  lies, 
Your  ears  you  flop,  when  heav'nly  wifdom  cries, 
So  the  fly  afp,  when  mufic  gives  th'  alarm, 

Fears,  'tis  the  magic  of  fome  pow'rful  charm.  1  o 

6  But  thou  their  teeth,  O  fov'reign  ruler,  bruize  ; 
Thy  juftice  fure  the  favage  race  purfues ; 

7  They  bend  the  bow,  the  guiltlefs  to  deftroy  ; 
O  break  their  fhafts,  or  let  them  fruitlefs  fly. 

As  'mid  the  pebbles  flows  the  flream  away,  1 5 

So  with  a  fwift  deftruttion  vanifh  they  : 

8  Yes ;  let  them  melt,  as  melts  the  flow-pac'd  fnail ; 
Let  death's  grim  horrid  pow'r  their  fouls  aflail ; 
Yes  j  vanifh  they  like  an  abortive  birth, 

And  tread  no  more  with  haughty  fteps  the  earth.  20 

9  Nor  let  their  ofF-fpring  long  enjoy  the  day  ; 

But  with  thy  whirlwinds  fweep  them  quick  away  ; 
Let  them  the  fury  of  thine  anger  bear, 
Ere  crackling  thorns  evaporate  in  air. 

I  o-  The  righteous  fhall  thy  awful  vengeance  fee,  25 

And  own  with  joy  thy  glorious  equity  ; 

He  in  their  impious  blood1  fhall  wafh  his  feet, 

And  fay,  "  The  juftice  of  our  God  is  great ; 

II  "  That  he  our  actions  not  indiff'rent  views, 

"  But  with  ftrict  vengeance  wicked  man  purfues  ;  30 

"  That  he  a  life  of  fanc~lity  regards, 

"  And  with  his  choiceft  gifts  that  life  rewards.'* 

PSALM      LIX. 

1  f\  SOVEREIGN  father,  view  my  ftubborn  foes ; . 
\J  With  what  relentlefs  hate  they've  'gainft  me  rofe  ; 

2  Around  the  men  of  blood  my  life  befet ; 

O  hear,  and  fhield  me  from  the  woes  they  threat ; 

3  Lo  !  to  entrap  me,  they  their  toils  have  laid,  5 
And  e'en  the  mighty  join  their  pow'rful  aid ; 

By  me  uninjur'd  they  their  fury  breathe, 
And  with  unbated  malice  work  my  death. 

5  O  Lord  Jehovah  !  fov'reign  ruler,  rife, 

On  their  malicious  efforts  caft  thy  eyes  ;  1© 

Thefe  vile  tranfgrefTors  of  thy  ftatutes  chace, 
Nor  plead  thy  mercy  for  the  impious  race. 

6  From  early  dawn  like  rav'ning  dogs  they  rage, 
Whofe  famifh'd  maws  no  rapine  can  afluage  ; 

And 


PSALM     lx.  61 

And  when  the  fun  his  daily  talk  gives  o'er,  15 

They  fright  the  peaceful  city  with  their  roar. 

7  From  their  vile  mouths  they  caft  forth  bitter  words, 
Which  wound  more  deeply  than  the  keeneft  fwords  5 
For  blood,  for  blood,  they  roam  with  open  cry, 

And  thy  omnifcience  and  thy  pow'r  defy.  20 

8  But  thou,  O  God,  not  leave  me  thus  forlorn  ; 
Thou  view'ft  their  mad  impieties  with  fcorn ; 

9  My  ftrong  defence  art  thou,  when  foes  invade, 
And,  patient,  will  I  wait  thy  mighty  aid. 

10  Thou  wilt  prevent  me  with  thy  kind  relief;  25 
Thy  pow'rful  hand  will  dilfipate  my  griefs 

And,  while  thou  fhalt  my  ceafelefs  foes  deftroy, 
My  grateful  heart  fhall  glow  with  honeft  joy. 

1 1  Yet,  Lord,  our  ftiield,  yet  flay  them  not,  left  we 

Forget  the  gratitude  we  owe  to  thee ;  30 

But  bring  their  proud,  their  cruel  fpirits,  down, 
And  let  them  wander  in  a  land  unknown. 

12  And  'caufe  their  virulent,  invenom'd  tongues, 
Were  fill'd  with  falihoods  and  with  killing  wrongs, 

'Caufe  with  their  horrid  oaths  they  thee  defied,  35 

Enfnare  them,  Lord,  in  their  enormous  pride. 

13  Confume  them,  O  confame  them,  in  thy  wrath, 
Root  out  their  race,  and  ftrike  them  all  with  death  ; 
That  the  wide  earth  may  know  that  Jacob's  God 

The  juft  avenger  of  the  righteous  ftood.  40 

14  Or,  like  to  rav'ning  dogs,  from  early  dawn 
Around  the  city  let  them  roam,  forlorn  ; 
And  when  the  fun  his  daily  talk  gives  o'er, 
For  want  of  food  in  horrid  anguifh  roar. 

1 5  Yet  let  them  roam,  and  let  them  roar  in  vain  ;  45 
Nor  one  poor  moriel  to  relieve  them  gain  : 

1 6  While  I  thy  wond'rous  pow'r  will  fmg  aloud, 
At  morn  will  ling  the  mercies  ©f  my  God  ; 
My  God,  that  made  my  cruel  foes  to  ceafe, 

My  God,  who  gave  me  ftrength  and  gave  me  peace.  50 

PSALM      LX. 

1  /~\  F  F  E  N  D  E  D  with  our  crimes,  O  holy  God, 

K^y    Thou'ft  caft  us  off,  and  fcatter'd  us  abroad  ; 

Yet  Hill  thy  juft  difpleafure,  Lord,  reftrain, 

And  turn  thee  to  thy  chofen  race  again. 
%  Lo  !  thro'  thine  anger  quakes  our  earth  with  fear-——  5 

Opes  with  difmay her  fecret  ftores  appear 

Clofe 


6z  PSALM      lxi. 

Clofe  up  her  wounds,  her  dreadful  tremors  flay, 
Confirm  her  bafe,  and  all  our  fears  allay  : 

3  In  fad,  in  wild  aftonifhment  we  fink, 

And  of  thy  bitt'reft  indignation  drink.  I  © 

4  But  lo  !  the  Lord  hath  heard he'll  give  his  aid  ; 

See  his  bright  banners  in  the  heav'ns  difplay'd  ; 

5  The  pious  fouls  that  worfhip  him,  to  free  ; 
To  give  them  from  their  terrors  liberty. 

6  Gracious  he  fpeaks,  and  holy  are  his  words  ;  I  £ 
(What  heav'nly  joy  his  awful  voice  affords  ?) 

<:  Fair  Shechems  fertile  fields  thy  lot  fhall  be  ; 
c<  I'll  mete  out  Succotfrs  lovely  vales  for  thee. 

7  "  The  faithful  tribes  of  Ifrael,  ar'n't  they  mine, 

"  To  me  confirm'd  by  fanttions  moll  divine  ?  20 

8  "  Therefore  their  fure  protedlor  I'll  be  found  ; 

"  Therefore  for  them  I'll  curb  the  nations  round  ; 
ft  I'll  lay  them  all  beneath  their  conqu'ring  feet ; 
"  Idume,  Moab,  Pakjline>  fubmit  !" 

9  Who  to  yon  lofty  town  the  way  will  fhew  ?  25 
To  Edom\  tow'ring  gates  our  leader  who  ? 

10  Say,  wilt  not  thou,  O  God,  tho'  in  thy  wrath 
Thou'ft  caft  us  off,  and  menac'd  us  with  death  ? 
Say,  wilt  not  thou,  tho'  late  thine  anger  rofe, 

And  thou  not  lead'ft  us  'gainft  our  haughty  foes  ?  30 

1 1  But  now,  dread  father,  thy  affiftance  give, 
For  vain  are  human  aids,  and  but  deceive : 

1 2  Our  leader  thou,  intrepidly  we'll  fight, 
We'll  conquer  and  well  triumph  in  thy  might, 

Our  leader  thou,  our  haughty  foes  fhall  bleed,  35 

And  on  their  proftrate  necks  we'll  joyous  tread. 

PSALM      LXI. 

1      ALL-CLEMENT   God,  attend  my  earneft  cry  : 
,/Y,    2  In  diftant  lands  tho'  roam,  an  exile,  I, 
Thee  in  my  heart's  diflrefs  will  I  invoke, 
Thee  will  I  make  my  ftrength,  my  fhield,  my  rock. 

3  A  fhelter  mofl  fecure  in  thee  I've  found,  § 
A  firm  fupport,  when  cruel  foes  furround. 

4  Therefore  beneath  thy  wings,  afTur'd,  I'll  reft, 
And  feek  the  temple  with  thy  prefence  bleft. 

5  For  thou  my  faithful  vows  haft  conftant  heard  ; 

For  me  a  noble  heritage  prepar'd  ;  10 

To  rule  the  nations  who  thy  laws  obey ; 
To  make  them  happy  by  my  gentle  fway. 

Thou 


P    S    A    I    M     *.xn:  63 

6  Thou  to  the  king  a  length  of  days  will  give, 
Thou  to  a  good  old  age  fhalt  bid  him  live. 

7  Long  in  thy  houfe  that  he  may  fuppliant  Hand,  15 
Reach  forth  thy  blemngs  with  a  lib'ral  hand. 

8  Then  free  from  danger,  and  devoid  of  fear, 
My  grateful  tongue  thy  mercies  fhall  declare ; 
To  thee  continual  anthems  I  will  fing, 

And  hail  the  glorious  God  that  guards  the  king,  20 

PSALM      LXIL 

x  Tt  ft  Y  foul  refts  only  on  her  mighty  God ; 
1V1    From  him  her  fafety  and  her  ftrength  has  flow'd j 

2  My  rock  of  refuge  he,  my  fure  defence ; 
Hence,  ye  vain  fears  ;  ye  idle  terrors,  hence  ! 

3  Ye  fons  of  mifchief,  with  weak  malice  fraught,  $ 
How  long  will  ye  indulge  each  treach'rous  thought ! 

Soon  fhall  ye  be  deftroy'd ;  ye  foon  fhall  fall, 
And  break  to  pieces,  like  a  tumbling  wall,. 

4  Vainly  you  all  your  empty  efforts  try, 

To  ruin  him  whom  God  exalts  on  high  ;  10 

Vainly  you  falfe  defigning  friendfhips  feign  ; 
Vain  are  your  lies ;  your  imprecations  vain. 

5  Mean  while,  my  foul,  reft  on  thy  mighty  God ; 
From  him  thy  fafety  and  thy  ftrength  hath  flow'd  -, 

£  Thy  rock  of  refuge  he,  thy  fure  defence  ;  *5 

Hence  ye  vain  fears ;  ye  idle  terrors  hence  ! 

8  On  him,  ye  people,  conftantly  rely  ; 

Pour  forth  your  hearts  -,  he'll  not  the  boon  deny. 

9  Surely  the  great,  the  proudeft  potentate, 

And  the  poor  wretch  that  mourns  his  abject  ftate,  20 

'Fore  him  are  equal; weigh  them  in  the  fcales 

With  vanity,  and  vanity  prevails. 

I  o  Truft  not  in  wealth,  by  violence  obtain'd ; 

'Twill  go  as  fleetly,  as  'twas  bafely  gain'd  ; 

Riches  flow  in,  but  make  them  not  your  boaft ;  25 

Swiftly  they  wing  away,  and  foon  are  loft. 

I I  Once  God  hath  fpoke,  and  twice  I've  heard  him  fay, 
To  him  alone  belongs  eternal  fway  ; 

1 2  And  I'll  avow,  and  ipeak  it  all  abroad, 

Juftice  and  mercy  both  belong  to  God,  30 


PSALM 


64  P    S    J    L    M      lxiii,    lxiv. 

PSALM      LXIII. 

i   7i  /T  Y  God,  at  early  dawn  to  thee  I'll  cry  ; 
JV1    My  foul's  athirft  thy  prefence  to  enjoy; 
My  weak,  my  languid  fyftem  thee  demands, 
As  afk  refrefhing  fhovvers  the  parched  lands  : 

2  Thy  pow'r,  thy  radiant  glory  to  behold,  5 
Which  in  thy  houfe  thou  wonteft  to  unfold. 

3  For  fweeter  far  than  length  of  days  to  me, 
Is  thy  ador'd,  thy  bleft  benignity. 

4  Thee  will  I  praife,  while  lafts  this  vital  frame ; 

My  grateful  tongue  fhall  eccho  forth  thy  name.  »o 

5  Great  the  relief  I  from  thy  praife  receive ; 
Not  choiceft  cates  fuch  fweet  refrefhment  give. 

6  At  night  I  make  thy  tender  love  my  fong  j 
At  morn  thy  mercies  tune  my  raptur'd  tongue. 

7  For  thou  fupport'ft  me  ever  with  thy  pow'r  ;  15 
Beneath  thy  Ihelt'ring  wings  I  reft  fecure. 

8  Thou  art  my  foul's  defire,  my  heart's  bell  love ; 
Thy  ftrong  right-hand  upholds  me,  as  I  move  : 

9  While  they,  who  feek  my  ruin  ftrait  fhall  go 

Down  to  the  difmal,  dreary  fhades  below  ;  20 

10  Soon  fhall  they  perifh  by  the  fatal  fword, 
Their  lifelefs  limbs  by  rav'ning  wolves  devour'd. 

1 1  But  the  glad  king,  and  who  their  God  revere, 
Shall  glory  in  the  name  by  which  they  fwear ; 

Shall  boaft  the  mighty  Lord  that  they  adore,  25 

While  fools  in  filence  fhall  their  guilt  deplore. 

PSALM      LXIF. 

1  T\/T  Y  foes  afTault  me  with  relentlefs  hate  ; 
J[VA    Hear  me,  my  God  ;  thy  favour  I  intreat. 

2  O  fave  me  from  the  vile  infidious  fnare, 
The  fecret  toils  they  'gainft  my  life  prepare. 

3  Their  tongues  are  whetted  like  their  pointed  fwords ;  5 
More  deep,  than  arrows,  wound  their  bitter  words  : 

4  That  at  the  juft  in  fecret  they  may  aim, 

And  ftrike,  fecure,  the  heart  that's  free  from  blame. 

5  They,  firm  in  mifchief,  lay  the  private  fnare, 

And,  felf-encourag'd,  laugh  away  their  fear  :  10 

6  Mifchief  their  ev'ry  thought,  their  fole  employ, 
Mifchief  they  make  their  folace  and  their  joy. 

7  But  not  from  thee  can  they  their  crimes  conceal ; 
They  foon  the  arrows  of  thy  wrath  fhall  feel ; 

They 


P    SAL     M      lxv.  65 

8  They  by  their  own  envenom'd  tongues  fhall  die 1 5 

With  dread  amaze  fhall  they,  that  view  it,  fly, 

9  The  juftice  of  an  angry  God  ihall  own, 

And  make  the  terrors  of  thy  vengeance  known. 
1  o  While  righteous  men,  well-grounded  in  their  hope, 

Shall  give  their  faithful  fouls  their  fulleft  fcope,  20 

Still  truft  in  thee,  and  glory  in  thy  name, 
And  hail  their  gracious  God  with  loud  acclaim, 

PSALM      LXV, 

1  TN  S/Ws  facred  fane  the  joyous  lay 

X  Thy  name  attends ;  thy  favour'd  people  pay 
The  votive  offering,  Lord  ;  the  hallow'd  blood 
Flows  round  thy  altar  in  a  purple  flood. 

2  Propitious,  thou  our  faithful  vows  doft  hear  ;  5 
To  thee  fhall  fly  the  fons  of  men  in  pray'r. 

3  Thy  punifhments  for  fin  afflict  me  fore ; 

Cleanfe  me,  my  God,  and  they  fhall  wound  no  more. 

4  Bleft  is  the  man,  whom  thou  fhalt  chufe  a  friend, 

And  in  thy  facred  temple  bid  attend  I  1  o 

O  glorious  lot  I  O  heavenly  employ  f 
Thy  facred  temple  fills  his  foul  with  joy. 

5  The  nations  tremble  with  a  dread  difmay, 
When  thou  thy  righteous  judgments  doft  difplayj 

When  fall  thy  terrors  on  the  impious  proud,  i  5 

When  crown  thy  bright  rewards  the  humbly  good. 

6  Great  is  thy  pow'r when  fhatter'd  by  the  ftorm, 

Thou  bid'ft  the  mountain  on  her  bafe  ftand  firm. 

7  By  winds  difturb'd,  thou  ftill'ft  the  roaring  fea, 

And  doft  the  tumults  of  the  world  allay.  20 

8  Thy  thunder  rolls,  thy  rapid  lightnings  glare  ; 
The  hearts  of  all  are  funk  in  awful  fear : 

Thy  fun  breaks  forth,  and  gives  to  nature  birth  -, 
Owns  thy  beneficence  the  quicken'd  earth  : 

9  Thou  pour'ft  thy  waters  on  the  thirfty  foil ;  25 
The  fatten'd  lands  reward  the  ploughman's  toil : 

With  fruitful  fhow'rs  revived  thou  the  fields, 
And  the  rich  glebe  it's  golden  produce  yields : 

10  Falls  on  the  ftubborn  earth  thy  pearly  dew ; 

The  plains  in  all  their  verdant  pride  we  view  :  30 

11  Or  on  the  ridgey  hills,  or  in  the  vales, 

The  glad'ning  influence  of  thy  pow'r  prevails ; 
I  2  Gaily  the  herds  along  thy  paftures  rove ; 

Climb  the  fleep  cliff,  or  range  the  leafy  grove  j 

-    K  Where'er 


66  PSALM      lxvi. 

Where'er  they  range,  fair  herbs  and  flow'rs  abound  ;  35 

Rich  affluence  covers  the  enamel'd  ground  ; 
Their  God,  the  hills,  the  plains,  the  vallies  fing, 
And  blefs  the  bounties  of  their  heav'nly  king. 

PSALM       LXVI. 

1  'VT'E  fcatter'd  nations,  fing  in  tuneful  lays, 

X   *  In  loftieft  ftrains,  your  great  creator's  praife  ; 

2  Sing,  fing  the  honours  of  his  holy  name, 
Extol  his  glory,  and  his  pow'r  proclaim. 

3  With  reverence  fay,  "  Thou  fov'reign  Lord  of  all,  5 
"  Who  mad'ft  yon  heav'ns  and  this  terreftrial  ball, 
*'  How  dread  thy  pow'r  !   beneath  thy  conqu'ring  feet 
'*  Crouch  thy  proud  foes,  and  to  thy  rule  fubmit : 

4  "  To  thee  the  earth  fhall  pious  homage  pay, 
"  Sing  to  thy  name,  thy  glorious  name  difplay."  10 

5  Approach,  and  hear  the  wonders  of  our  God ; 
With  his  ftupendous  works  the  world  he  aw'd ; 

6  He  drove  the  waters  from  their  oozy  bed, 
And  on  firm  ground  his  favour'd  people  led ; 
With  joy  they  view'd  their  God  their  feet  fuftain  ;  15 
With  joy  they  walk'd  as  on  a  flow'ry  plain. 

7  O'er  all,  o'er  all,  he  holds  eternal  fway, 
His  eyes  the  nations  of  the  earth  furvey ; 
Hear  this,  ye  wicked,  and  rebel  no  more, 
Left  you  too  late  your  wretched  pride  deplore.  20 

3  Ye  people,  blefs  the  great  almighty  Lord  ; 

By  ev'ry  nation  be  his  name  ador'd ; 
9  Our  fouls  does  he  fupport ;  in  him  we  live, 

From  him  protection  in  our  paths  receive. 
1  o  For  thou  haft  prov'd  us,  Lord  ;  our  hearts  thou'ft  tried,      2$ 
As  by  the  flame  the  filver's  purified  ; 
Our  feet  haft  hamper'd  in  th'  infidious  net, 
Our  way  with  fore  diflrefles  haft  befet. 

12  The  threat'ning  tyrants  gall'd  us  in  their  wrath  ; 
Thro'  fires,  thro'  mad'ning  floods,  we'  incounter'd  death  :$o 
Yet  fail  thy  mercy  bad  our  forrows  ceafe  ; 
Again  thou'ft  given  us  life,  thou'ft  giv'n  us  peace. 

1 3  Therefore  I'll  to  thy  temple  fuppliant  go, 
And  pay  with  gratitude  the  prcmis'd  vow  ; 

15  The  bounding  bullock,  and  the  horned  ram,  35 


1  6  Approach,  attend,  who  your  creator  fear  ; 
To  me  his  wond'rous  goodnefs  I'll  declare ; 


Gracious 


PSALM      lxvii,     lxviik  67 

iy  Gracious  he  heard,  when  proftrate  I  implor'd  ; 

(And  be  the  God  that  hears  our  pray'rs,  ador'd) :  40 

1 8  The  impious  fouls,  that  not  his  name  revere, 
Tho'  loudly  they  invoke,  he  fcorns  to  hear  : 

1 9  But  me  he  heard,  his  mercy  not  denied, 
And  gave  immediate  folace,  when  I  cried  : 

20  Therefore,  fince  he  my  finking  foul  hath  rais'd,  45 
His  honour'd  name  eternally  be  prais'd. 

P     S     A     L     M      LXVII. 

1  1       O  R  D,  on  thy  people  let  thy  mercy  mine, 
1  a    To  us  extend  thy  clemency  divine  ; 

2  That  to  the  world  thy  goodnefs  may  be  known, 
That  earth  thy  great  beneficence  may  own  ; 

3  That  thee  the  realms  in  joyous  fongs  adore,  5 
And  hymning  congregations  chant  thy  pow'r. 

4  Let  ev'ry  age  exult  with  pious  joy  ; 

Their  tongues  in  praife  let  all  mankind  employ ; 

For  thou,  of  all  the  fov'reign  judge,  difplay'il 

Thy  righteous  juftice,  and  with  wifdom  fway'ft.  10 

5  Praife  all  thy  glorious  name,  all-pow'rful  king, 
And  in  fublimefl  lays  thy  mercies  ling ; 

6  For  thou  ihalt  glad  our  lands  with  rich  increafe  5 

With  corn,  with  oil,  with  wine,  the  plains  thou'lt  blefs  ; 

7  On  the  whole  earth  thy  bounties  thou  fhalt  pour,  1 5 
And  all  her  fons  with  rev'rence  fhall  adore. 

PSALM      LXFI1L 

1  "1^    I  S  E,  fov'reign  Lord,  in  all  thy  terrors  rife  ; 
J^,    Lo  !  vile  impiety  thy  prefence  flies ; 

2  The  wicked,  lo  !  thy  prefence  fly  thro'  fear, 
Like  fmoke  they  vanim  into  empty  air ; 

Thy  vengeance  ftrikes  them  ;  they  with  dread  expite,  e; 

And  melt  like  wax  diifolving  in  the  fire. 

3  Not  fo  the  righteous ;  fill'd  with  pious  joy, 
In  loud  hofannas  they  their  hours  employ  : 

4  Sing,  gracious  God,  thy  great  refiftlefs  fway, 

And  all  the  wonders  of  thy  pow'r  difplay  ;  10 

How  on  thy  heav'ns,  in  thy  triumphal  car, 
Thou  rid'ft,  fupported  by  the  ambient  air  ; 

5  How  o'er  ungrateful  man  thy  cares  extend, 
The  orphans  father,  and  the  widow's  friend  °, 

K  2  ,  Hew 


68  PSALM      lxviii. 

6  How  thou,  ftill  to  fupply  the  human  race,  I  5 
With  a  large  iflue  crown'ft  the  chafte  embrace  ; 

How,  when  the  fetter 'd  captives  fue  to  thee, 

Benign  thou  hear'ft,  and  giv'ft  them  liberty  ; 

Doft  curfe  the  ftubborn,  the  rebellious  bands, 

With  barren  fields,  with  defolated  lands.  2© 

7  When  Ijraer&  favour'd  tribes,  from  bondage  freed, 
Thro'  the  dry  defart,  gracious,  thou  didft  lead, 

8  Trembled  low  earth,  aftonifh'd  at  thy  pow'r ; 
The  heav'ns  above  pour'd  down  their  watery  (lore  ; 

E'en  Sinai's  top,  at  thy  dread  prefence  ftruck,  .25 

E'en  Sinai's  tow'ring  top,  with  terror  fhook. 
5  Parch'd  with  the  drought,  when  gape  the  thirfty  plains, 
Thou  pour'ft  in  plenteous  fhow'rs  thy  fruitful  rains ; 
By  the  glad  fhow'rs  refrefh'd,  the  teeming  earth 
Opens  her  womb,  and  gives  her  produce  birth  ;  30 

See  the  rich  fields  with  ripening  herbage  gay ; 
The  lofty  trees  their  various  fruits  difplay  ; 
Thefe  bleflings  to  thy  chofen  doft  thou  give, 
To  that  juft  race,  that  in  thy  precepts  live. 

1 1  When  threat'ning  kings  pour'd  forth  their  num'rous  bands,  35 
And  {truck  with  horrid  fear  the  trembling  lands, 

Spoke  the  high  God  ;  his  mandate  ftrait  obey'd 
The  tott'ring  matron,  and  the  tim'rous  maid. 

1 2  The  haughty  tyrants  vaunt  their  troops  in  vain  ; 

They  turn,  they  fly,  they  fall,  they  ftrew  the  plain  ;  40 

The  maids,  the  matrons,  to  the  plunder  hie, 
And  blefs  the  God  that  gives  the  viclory  ; 
They  hymn  his  glory  in  harmonious  lays, 
And  tune  their  harps  to  celebrate  his  praife. 

1 3  Tho'  mid  the  pots,  in  fmoke,  in  filth,  ye  lie,  45 
Ye  ftill  the  dove  in  beauty  fhall  outvie  ; 

The  dove,  whofe  wings  with  pleafure  you  behold, 
With  filver  fpread,  her  feathers  ting'd  in  gold. 

14  Yes  ;  Salem,  that  alate  in  darknefs  lay, 

(Vanquifh'd  her  pow'rful  foes  with  dread  difmay)  50 

In  fplendor  rifes,  far  above  her  hope, 

And  thews  more  fair,  than  Salmons  fnowy  top. 

1 5  Let  Bajhan  boaft  his  head  enwrapt  in  clouds, 
His  fpacious  forefts,  and  his  fpreading  woods ; 

Vainly  it  emulates  that  facred  hill,  55 

Where  heav'n's  all-pow'rful  Lord  delights  to  dwell ; 
17  E'en  he,  of  human  race  the  fire,  the  friend, 
Whom  thoufand  thoufand  cherubims  attend  \ 

Whom 


PSALM      lxviii.  69 

"Whom  thoufand  thoufand  glitt'ring  cars  await ; 

Whether  to  Sinai's  height  he  rides  in  ftate  ;  60 

Whether  his  prefence  does  the  temple  grace, 

To  him  up-rear'd  by  his  peculiar  race  ; 

1 8  Whether,  triumphant  o'er  rebellious  foes, 
Aloft  to  yon  bright  realms  above  he  goes : 

His  ftubborn  foes  in  captive  chains  are  led ;  65 

His  conqu'ring  arm,  fo  late  defpis'd,  they  dread  ; 
They  own  him  now  the  univerfal  king, 
And  to  his  hallow'd  fane  their  victims  bring, 

1 9  Prais'd  be  the  mercies  of  our  fov'reign  God, 

Who  'as  daily  bleflings  on  our  lives  beftow'd  !  70 

20  Our  great  falvation  thou  ;  in  thee  we  breathe  -, 
'Tis  thou  that  giv'ft,  and  faveft  us  from,  death  ; 

2 1  Thou  wound'ft  the  rebel's  head ;  by  thee  he  dies ; 
With  his  black  blood  his  vital  fpirit  flies. 

22  But  to  thy  tribes  bleft  mercy  doll:  thou  mew ;  7$ 
Safe  thou  protett'ft  them  from  the  cruel  foe  ; 

Thou  thro'  the  deep  again  wilt  clear  the  way, 
As  erfl  thou  lead'ft.  us  thro'  the  wond'ring  fea  ; 

23  That  they  their  feet  may  dip  in  royal  gore, 

And  e'en  their  dogs  their  carcafes  devour.  80 

24  They,  who  with  revVence  to  thy  temple  go, 
The  folemn  triumphs  of  our  God  (hall  know  ; 

25  Shall  view  the  vocal  choir,  thy  praife  that  fmg, 
That  tune  the  harp,  and  itrike  the  trembling  ftring  j 

With  raptur'd  hearts  ihall  hear  the  virgin -throng,  S5 

With  their  harmonious  timbrels  join  the  fong. 

26  In  joyous  fhouts  the  glad  affemblies  rife, 
And  raife  thy  wond'rous  glories  to  the  fkies : 

27  The  fons  of  Benjamin  the  concert  join, 

The  noble  youths  ofjudafrs  royal  line;  .90 

The  valiant  chiefs  oiZebulun  are  there, 
The  chiefs  of  Napthali,  renown'd  in  war  : 

28  Chiefs,  who,  with  fortitude  infpir'd  by  thee, 
Fought  bravely,  and  were  crown'd  with  vi&ory, 

29  By  them  fubdued,  the  kings  around  attend  95 
Thy  temple,  and  afore  thy  altar  bend  : 

30  The  hoftile  bands,  that  on  their  prowefs  flood, 
The  haughty  chieftains,  whofe  delight  was  blood, 
Rebellious  when  they  prov'd,  didft  thou  fubmit, 

And  mad'ft  them  lay  their  laurels  at  thy  feet.  1 00 

31  To  thee  their  tribute  Egypt's  princes  pay, 
And  diftant  ^Ethiopia  owes  thy  fway ; 

Thy 


70  P    S    J    L    M      lxix. 

32  Thy  praife  the  kingdoms  of  the  earth  mail  fing  ; 
Yes  j  hail,  ye  nations,  your  eternal  king, 

33  In  heav'n  who  rules,  with  glory  bright  array 'd,  105 
Whofe  mighty  voice  all  nature  hears  with  dread  ; 

34  Hail  him,  the  God,  who  gives  in  war  fuccefs ; 
Whofe  watchful  cares  o'er  Ifrael  never  ceafe  ; 
Who  is  his  people's  firm  fupport  and  flay  ; 
Whofe  pow'rful  ftrength  yon  low'ring  clouds  difplay  j        no 
Whofe  prefence  in  his  temple  ftrikes  with  fear  ; 
Hail  him,  ye  nations,  and  his  name  revere. 

PSALM      LXIX. 

1  TTJ  E  N I  G  N  O  hear  me  ;  fave  me,  gracious  God  ; 
lJ    Sinks  my  fad  foul  in  grief's  o'erwhelming  flood  ; 

2  In  the  deep  mire  my  feet  unfirmly  tread  ; 
The  threat'ning  billows  compafs  round  my  head  ; 

3  My  faplefs  jaws  are  fhrunk  with  conftant  cries  ;  5 
Deny  their  wonted  aid  my  weaken'd  eyes  ; 

4  Far  more  in  number  than  my  countlefs  hair, 
The  foes  that  bear  me  ceafelefs  hatred,  are  ; 
Each  day  in  number  ftill  thefe  foes  increafe, 
And  on  my  rights  with  ravenous  hand  they  feize.  1© 

5  Thou  know'fl,  O  Lord,  my  innocence  of  heart ; 
A  witnefs  to  my  guilelefs  foul  thou  art ; 

6  Let  not  my  woes  affect  the  good  with  fhame, 
Who  know  I'm  wretched,  'caufe  I  love  thy  name. 

7  For  thee  I've  borne  this  mis'ry,  this  difgrace,  1 5 
For  thee  dilhonour  overfpreads  my  face. 

8  My  brothers  ihun  me,  and  my  prefence  fly 
My  mother's  fons,  as  if  an  alien  I. 

9  With  zeal  I  burn,  to  fee  thy  hallow'd  houfe 
Profan'd,  to  hear  defpis'd  the  folemn  vows  :  20 
From  their  vile  mouths  the  blafphemies  that  fall, 
With  bitt'reft  anguifh  wring  my  tortur'd  foul. 

10  I  weep,  I  fail,  or  feed  upon  my  tears, 
While  they,  infulting,  mock  my  pious  cares  ; 

1 1  In  humbling  fackcloth  when  my  limbs  are  clad,  25 
A  tale,  a  proverb,  and  a  jeft,  I'm  made  : 

1 2  The  beggars  at  the  gate  my  mis'ries  flout, 
And  I'm  the  fmg-Jong  of  the  drunken  rout. 

1 3  But  tho'  thro'  grief  I  feel  a  ftrong  decay, 
Thee  ftill,  dread  father,  will  I  make  my  ftay ;  3© 
I'll  on  thy  juflice,  on  thy  love  depend, 
For  thou  art  ever  to  the  good  a  friend. 

O 


PSALM      lxix, 


7* 


1 4  O  free  me,  free  me,  from  this  miry  clay ; 
O  chace  my  caufelefs,  cruel  foes  away ; 

15  My  foul,  from  linking  in  the  waters,  keep ;  35 
O  fave  me  from  the  horrors  of  the  deep. 

1 6  Hear  me,  my  God  ;  thy  mercy's  ftill  the  fame, 
And  in  that  mercy  I  protection  claim. 

1 7  On  thee  relying,  I  to  thee  have  pray'd, 

Turn  not  thy  face,  but  grant  a  timely  aid :  40 

1 8  Propitious  come ;  redeem  my  finking  foul ; 
The  horrid  counfels  of  my  foes  controul. 

1 9  Thou  know'ft,  O  God,  the  infamy,  the  fhame, 
From  them  I've  fuffer'd,  'caufe  I  love  thy  name : 

20  Griev'd  my  pain'd  heart ;  yet  none  wou'd  fhare  my  grief,  4$, 
No  friend  confol'd  me,  or  wou'd  give  relief. 

2 1  For  food  I  afk'd ;  they  mix'd  with  gall  my  meat ; 
For  drink,  and  aconite  they  'fore  me  fet ; 

2z  O  be  their  tables  to  themfelves  a  fnare  j 

O  turn  their  plans  for  peace  to  fatal  war,  50 

23  Darken  their  eyes,  that  they  no  longer  fee  ; 
Weak  be  their  loins  ;  their  bodies  languid  be  : 

24  On  them  the  fury  of  thine  anger  pour ; 

Bear  they  thy  vengeance,  till  they  breathe  no  more  ; 

25  Their  homes  with  no  inhabitant  be  bleft,  55 
And  in  their  tents  let  rav'ning  beftials  reft ; 

26  For  they've  infulted  thofe  who  feel  thy  wrath ; 

And  with  their  taunts  have  wounded,  worfe  than  death ; 
zy  Crime  let  them  add  to  crime,  that  they  mayn't  know 

The  bleft  effects  that  from  thy  mercy  flow  :  60 

28  Their  impious  names  let  not  life's  volumes  hold  ; 
And  with  the  righteous  be  they  not  enroll'd. 

29  But  poor,  afflicted,  indigent  am  I ; 

Raife  me,  O  God,  and  fet  me  fafe  on  high ; 

30  Then  I  in  honour  of  thy  name  will  iing,  65 
And  to  thy  glory  fit  the  trembling  firing. 

3 1  More  grateful  this,  than  if  th'  attoning  blood 
Of  horned  victim  on  thy  altar  flow'd. 

32  This  mall  the- humble  fee  with  pious  joy, 

And  in  glad  praife  their  faithful  hearts  employ.  70 

3  3  For  hears  the  Lord  the  poor  ;  he'll  not  defpife 

His  pray'r,  who  for  his  name  in  bondage  fighs. 
34  Praife  him,  O  earth  and  feas  and  heav'ns  above  \ 

And  all  in  earth,  in  fea,  in  air,  that  move  ; 

Sion  he'll  fave,  and  Judab\  cities  build  75 

So  ftrong,  that  not  to  force,  to  time,  they'll  yield  ; 

Her 


?j 


yz  PSALM      lxx,     lxxi. 

36  Her  fertile  lands  his  people  fhall  enjoy, 

And  leave  them  to  their  off-fpring  when  they  die ; 

Their  off-fpring,  who,  like  them,  fhall  long  poffefs, 

While  him  they  ferve,  their  rich  domains  in  peace.  80 

PSALM      LXX. 

1  fl  I  *  O  thee,  in  my  diftrefs,  I  proftrate  fall ; 

\      Bleft  father,  aid  me,  for  on  thee  I  call ; 

2  Let  fliame,  let  dire  difhonour,  them  confound, 
Who  by  infidious  fnares  my  foul  wou'd  wound  ; 

When  calls  the  trumpet's  fprightly  found  to  arms,  5 

Strike  thou  their  hearts,  O  God,  with  dread  alarms ; 

3  That  they  may  to  their  coward-terrors  yield, 
Turn  bafely  back,  and  trembling  fly  the  field. 

4  While  they,  who  truft  in  thee,  thy  laws  who  love, 

Their  grateful  fouls  in  joyous  anthems  prove,  10 

Thy  mercies  to  the  righteous  magnify, 
And  raife  their  maker's  praifes  to  the  fky. 

5  Poor  tho'  I  am,  tho'  mifery  is  mine ; 
Yet  have  I  folace  in  thy  aid  divine  ; 

My  great  deliverer  thou ;  my  ftrength,  my  flay  ;  1 5 

O  difTipate  my  griefs  -,  nor  make  delay. 

PSALM      LXXI. 

1  T  N  thee,  all-clement  God,  my  hopes  I  place  ; 
X    O  never  let  thy  fervant  know  difgrace  ; 

2  But  hear ;  thy  kind  indulgent  mercy  fhew, 
And  bid  thy  juflice  free  me  from  the  foe  : 

3  My  rock,  my  fortrefs,  my  falvation,  thou  ;  5 
Hope  of  my  youth,  and  object  of  my  vow, 

To  thee  I  fly,  as  to  a  fure  defence, 

To  thee,  bleft  guardian  of  my  innocence  ; 

Caufe  thou  the  fchemes  of  cruel  men  to  fail ; 

Nor  let  their  efforts  'gainft  my  peace  prevail.  10 

6  To  me  thy  mercies  have  been  always  great ; 
Thofe  mercies  oft  I  gratefully  repeat ; 

How  from  my  birth  thy  goodnefs  thou  haft  fhewn,. 
How  from  my  infant-years  thou'ft  led  me  on. 

7  Now  of  derifion  I  an  object  prove  j  1 5 
Yet  ftill  my  certain  refuge  is  thy  love  ; 

8  Therefore,  while  glads  the  radiant  fun  the  day, 
Thine  honour  I,  thy  goodnefs  will  difplay. 


PSALM      lxxii.  73 

9  Of  impious  foes  proteft  me  from  the  rage, 

And  not  forfake  me  in  my  feeble  age  :  20 

1  o  Conftant  their  fecret  mifchiefs  they  prepare, 

And  greatly  hope,  they  fhall  my  life  enfnare  : 
n"  His  God  denies  him  aid  ;  he's  ours  (they  cry) 
"  Now  feize  him,  take  him,  and  the  wretch  deftroy.'* 

1 2  But  thou,  O  God,  thy  kind  affiftance  lend,  25 
Baffle  their  hopes,  and  my  poor  foul  defend ; 

1 3  With  vile  difhonour  and  with  fhame  meet  they, 
To  certain  ruin  who'd  my  fteps  betray  ; 
Infatuate  thou  their  fchemes,  their  hearts  confound, 

Who  make  it  all  their  joy  my  foul  to  wound,  30 

1 4  For  in  thy  mercy  I  will  ever  hope, 

I'll  praife  the  bounteous  God  that  rais'd  me  up ; 

1 5  Thy  love  unmerited  I'll  daily  fing, 

And  to  thy  glorious  name  attune  the  firing ; 

1 6  Extol  the  pow'r,  that  gives  me  ftrength  in  war,  3$ 
And  thy  ftricl:  juflice  faithfullv  declare. 

1 7  My  youth  thou'ft  guided  in  tne  perfect  road, 
Nor  have  I  prov'd  ungrateful  to  my  God. 

1 8  Now  then,  when  age  with  all  it's  ills  opprefs, 

Now  not  defert  me  in  my  deep  diftrefs ;  40 

That  I  to  nations  yet  unborn  may  fing 

The  pow'r,  the  mercy,  of  my  heav'nly  king. 

19  Thy  juftice,  Lord,  afcends  yon  heav'ns  above; 
O  dread  creator,  who  like  thee  can  prove  ? 

20  True ;  thou  didft  plunge  me  in  the  depths  of  grief,  45 
But  foon  thy  mercy  gave  my  foul  relief: 

2 1  Pow'r,  wealth  and  honour,  foon  didft  thou  fupply, 
And  gav'ft  me  peace  and  happinefs  t'  enjoy.' 

2  2  Therefore  my  pfalt'ry  and  my  harp  difplay 

Thy  truth,  6  Ifraels  God,  from  day  to  day  ;  50 

23  Therefore  my  foul,  by  thee  redeem'd  from  woe, 
In  ardent  praife  her  gratitude  fhall  mew  ; 

24  Therefore  thy  righteous  a£ts  fhall  fill  my  tongue  ; 
The  juftice  of  my  God  my  conftant  fong; 

Who  on  my  foes  did  dire  deftrudtion  pour,  5^ 

My  foes,  who  fought  his  fervant  to  devour. 

PSALM      LXXII. 

1    T    E  T  me,  good  God,  my  righteous  fuit  obtain ; 
%  j    Impartial  o'er  my  people  let  me  reign  j 
And  for  my  fon  (O  hear  a  father's  pray'r) 
Some  portion  of  thy  juftice  let  him  ihare  ; 

L  Bv 


74  t    i>     a    l    m      Lxxir. 

2  By  equal  laws  thy  favour'd  nations  fway,  5 
Nor  turn  from  pleading  poverty  away. 

3  Then  mall  the  hills  exalt  their  heads  in  peace ; 
The  woods  and  plains  mail  heav'n-bom  juflice.  blefs. 

4  With  equity  the  injur'd  let  him  hear, 

While  hard  opprefTors  his  refentment  fear.  1  o 

Safe  let  the  poor  to  his  protection  fly, 
Afiur'd,  that  he'll  immediate  aid  fupply  : 

5  That,  while  the  beamy  fun  ihall  gild  the  day, 
And  the  pale  moon  mines  forth  with  borrow'd  ray, 

The  ages  yet  to  come  may  dread  thy  pow'r,  1  $ 

Thy  will  revere,  thy  glorious  name  adore. 

6  Down  from  above  return  the  heav'n-born  maid, 
And  o'er  the  nations  all  her  influence  fhed  ; 

As  from  thy  goodnefs  falls  the  fleecy  rain, 

And  fpreads  a  glorious  plenty  o'er  the  plain.  20 

7  His  fceptre  let  the  virtues  all  attend  ; 
Prove  to  the  virtuous  he  a  Heady  friend  ; 
Long  let  them  flourifh,  while  celeflial  peace 
Their  fouls  with  all  her  balmy  fweets  mall  blefs. 

8  Extend  his  wide  domains  from  fea  to  fea,  25 
While  only  earth's  own  bounds  confine  his  fway. 

9  Be  his  vaft  JEthiopias  defart  land  ; 

Own  all  his  foes  fubmiflive  his  command  ; 
Bow  at  his  awful  feet,  and  grace  implore, 
Their  heads  with  humbling  afhes  cover'd  o'er.  30 

10  To  him  their  gifts  the  world's  high  mailers  bring, 
Tarfus*  proud  prince,  Arabia's  haughty  king  j 
And  all  the  monarchs  of  the  ifles,  whofe  bounds 
Old  ocean  with  his  ftormy  floods  furrounds. 

1 1  'Fore  him  fall  all  that  have  imperial  fway  j  35 
Him  all  the  nations  of  the  globe  obey. 

1  2  May  he  the  wretched  in  their  mis'ries  aid, 

1 3  And  free  the  poor,  when  cruel  foes  invade  ; 

14  From  fraud,  from  violence,  their  fouls  protect, 

And  to  their  urgent  plea  have  due  refpe6t.  4® 

1 5  Crown'd  with  bright  glory,  long  may  he  furvive, 
And  Sbebas  yellow  tribute  long  receive  ; 

For  him  his  people  long  put  up  their  pray'rs, 
And  blefs  the  influence  of  his  royal  cares. 

1 6  May  e'en  the  defart  hills  their  harvefts  yield,  45 
(Their  fterile  tops  with  golden  plenty  fill'd) 
The  tow'ring  corn  it's  waving  ears  fliall  fliew, 


As  high  on  Lebanon  the  cedars  bow 


While 


PSALM      lxxiii. 


.o 


While  o'er  the  city  fpreads  a  numerous  race, 

As  o'er  the  verdant  plains  the  fpiry  grafs.  50 

17  Long  may  the  glories  of  his  name  endure  ; 
His  mem'ry  laft,  till  time  itfeif 's  no  more  ; 
His  people,  bleft  in  him,  as  he  in  them, 
Him  equally  their  prince  and  father  deem. 

18  Praife,  might  and  majefty,  to  IfraePs  God,  55 
Who  iheds  his  gracious  bounties,  all  abroad  ; 

1 9  Eternal  honours  wait  upon  his  name  ; 

Praife  him,  ye  fons  of  men,  with  loud  acclaim  ; 

O'er  the  wide  world  his  glorious  name  be  ihewn, 

And  fall  the  nations  proftrate  'fore  his  throne.  6© 

PSALM      LXXIII. 

1  TT I S  mercies  to  the  good  will  heav'n  enfure, 

JL  X    To  all  whofe  hands  are  clean,  whofe  hearts  are  pure  : 

2  And  yet  how  nigh  I  'ad  from  my  duty  ftray'd, 
When  I  the  counfels  of  his  wifdom  weigh'd  ? 

3  Mad  was  my  heart,  when  I  the  wicked  faw,  5 
Who  made  their  impious  wills  their  only  law ; 

When  I  beheld  them  of  their  pow'r  poflefl, 

With  health,  with  peace,  with  profp'rous  fortunes  bleft. 

4  Vig'rous  and  ftrong,  the  paths  of  life  they  tread, 

Fear  not  mifchance,  nor  death's  grim  horrors  dread.  16 

5  The  anxious  cares  that  other  men  deprefs, 
The  killing  griefs  that  righteous  fouls  diftrefs, 
Are  never  theirs ;  in  happy  eafe  they  live, 

Flow  in  their  joys,  and  have  not  learn'd  to  grieve. 

6  Therefore  with  infolence,  with  pride  they  fwell,  15 
No  pangs  for  injur'd  innocence  they  feel, 

But  violence  and  rapine  make  their  joy, 
And  call  it  wond'rous  glory,  to  defrroy. 

7  Fill'd  are  their  garners,  countlefs  is  their  ftore  ; 

Yet  their  infatiate  fouls  ftill  thirft  for  more  :  20 

More  ftill  they  have how  fair  their  lots  are  caft ! 

More  than  their  wanton  luxury  can  wafte. 

8  Corrupt  their  hearts,  oppreffion's  all  their  thought; 
With  vaft  ideas  of  themfelves  they're  fraught ; 

Proud  is  their  fpeech,  and  lofty  are  their  eyes  ;  25 

9  Still  higher  in  their  monftrous  guilt  they  rife  ; 
Not  with  their  infults  on  the  world  content, 

'Gainft  heav'n's  high  Lord  their  blafphemies  they  vent. 
1 0  With  fouls  aftonifh'd  this  the  righteous  view ; 

See,  ever-itreaming  tears  their  cheeks  bedew  !  30 

L  2  "  Surely 


y6  PSALM      lxxiii, 

1 1  "  Surely  (they  cry)  our  glorious  God  is  juft ; 
"  Will  he  not  punifh  fuch  imperious  dull  ? 

12  "  If  fuch  profperity  the  wretch  attends, 

"  Whofe  daring  blafphemy  high  heav'n  offends ; 
"  If  wealth,  if  honours,  to  the  impious  flow,  35 

u  Who  fuch  confummate  infolence  dare  fhew  ; 
13"  Vainly  our  hearts  weVe  cleans'd  from  ev'ry  ftain, 
"  We've  wafh'd  our  hands  in  innocence  in  vain. 

1 4  "  Why  fuch  continued  anguifh  do  we  bear  ? 

"  Why  guard  our  attions  with  fuch  fruitlefs  care  r"  40 

15  But  foon  thefe  wild  furmifes  I  reftrain'd  ; 
Soon  my  complaining  heart  with  awe  I  rein'd  ; 
Left  'gainft  my  God  I  lhou'd  have  guilty  been, 
And  judg'd  his  conduct  with  the  fons  of  men. 

1 6  Yet  anxious  ftill,  the  latent  caufe  I  fought ;  45 
Still  the  amazing  fcene  employ'd  my  thought ; 

Fruitlefs  my  fearch I  no  relief  cou'd  find  -3 

A  gloomy  darknefs  clouded  ftill  my  mind. 

1 7  When  to  thy  temple,  Lord,  I  bent  my  way  ; 

There  on  my  foul  thou  beam'd'ft  a  fudden  day ;  50 

No  more  thy  favours  to  the  wicked  wound  ; 
Their  fad,  their  fatal  end  I  ftraitway  found. 

18  I  faw  on  what  a  flipp'ry  height  they  flood, 

How  vain  the  wealth  that  conftant  to  them  flow'd ; 

What  poor  fupport  'twou'd  prove,  when  o'er  their  head      55 

Thou  fhou'dfl;  the  terrors  of  thy  vengeance  fpread. 

1 9  How  in  a  moment  are  they  all  deftroy'd  ! 
How  are  their  honours  and  their  riches  void  ! 

20  Like  a  mere  fleeting  dream  at  night  they  are  ; 

Awhile  they  ftrike  our  fouls  with  doubt,  with  fear ;  60 

But  when  our  God  awakes,  the  terror's  o'er, 

And  they're  defpis'd,  who  ftruck  with  dread  before. 

21  This  'fore  I  knew,  what  gloomy  thoughts  did  roll 
Within  my  breaft  ?  what  anguifh  pain'd  my  foul  ? 

zz  Stupid  and  dull,  I  like  a  brute  became,  65 

Clouded  with  ignorance,  and  funk  in  fhame. 
23  But  now,  fupported  by  thy  pow'rful  hand, 

Now  that  thy  fecret  will  I  underftand ; 
z\  Thro'  thy  propitious  influence  I  revive, 

And  in  thy  glory  humbly  hope  to  live.  70 

25  Whom  have  I,  gracious  God,  in  heav'n  but  thee  ? 
On  earth,  who  mates  thy  love,  thy  clemency  ? 

26  Broke  was  my  anguifh'd  heart  j  my  fpirits  fail'd, 
And  a  dead  numbnefs  o'er  my  frame  prevail'd. 

Thou 


P    S    A    h    M      lxxiv.'  77 

Thou  with  new  vigour  didft  my  foul  infpire,  75 

And  gav'ft  my  plaining  heart  her  full  defire. 

27  While  on  the  wicked  thy  dread  judgments  fall, 
And  they,  who  thee  defpife,  mall  perifh  all  •, 

28  Thy  will  I'll  follow thou,  my  only  flay, 

Oft  to  my  foul  thy  goodnefs  didft  difplay  ;  So 

Bleft  with  thy  love ;  from  doubt,  from  danger  free, 
Continual  anthems  will  I  iing  to  thee. 

PSALM      LXXIT. 

1  TT O W  long,  O  Lord,  will  thy  dread  anger  hold  ? 
AX    How  long  fhall  rav'ning  wolves  devour  thy  fold  ? 

2  Remember,  Lord,  the  purchafe  thou  haft  made, 
The  tribes,  redeem'd  from  bondage  by  thy  aid, 

The  bleft  inheritance  thou  call'dft  thy  own,  5 

The  hill  of  Sion,  where  thou'ft  fiVd  thy  throne. 

3  Arife,  juft  God,  reftrain  the  mad'ning  foe, 
That  with  fuch  impious  pride  and  fury  glow ; 
That,  infolent  and  blafphemoufly  vain, 

Thy  hallow'd  temple  with  their  hands  profane.  1  © 

4  Sounds  the  fhrill  trumpet,  and  the  nations  roar, 
Not  they  who  thee  with  humble  hearts  adore ; 
But  thofe  thy  foes,  that  vile  rebellious  race, 
Who  on  thy  facred  tow'rs  their  ftandards  place, 

5  Wild  with  fuccefs,  they  range  the  city  round,  i£ 
They  raze  thy  hallow'd  temple  to  the  ground  ; 

The  dread  tremendous  ruin,  as  it  falls, 

Hark  !  the  dire  crufh  !  our  finking  hearts  appalls. 

So  fall,  when  conquer'd  by  redoubled  ftrokes, 

Down  the  fteep  mountain's  fide  the  tumbling  oaks.  20 

6  They  all  it's  glorious  ornaments  deftroy ; 
Beetles  and  bars  their  cruel  hands  employ  ; 

7  View  the  whole  fabrick,  circled  round  with  flame, 
The  fabrick  facred  to  thy  holy  name. 

8  Fully  refolv'd,  they  to  each  other  fay,  25 
"  Be  this  to  Salem's  pride  the  final  day ; 

"  'Bove  other  towns  no  longer  let  her  foar ; 

"  Fate  threats  her  now,  and  fhe  fhall  rule  no  more/' 

9  Mean  while,  no  figns  of  thy  affiftance ;  we, 

No  infpir'd  prophet,  to  confole  us,  fee ;  3O- 

Not  one,  who  e'en  a  ilender  hope  can  give, 
That  thou  thy  wretched  people  wilt  relieve. 
10  How  long,  good  God,  fhall  our  infulting  foes 
pport  with  thy  people,  and  illude  their  woes ; 

Ho^ 


P    S    A    L    M 


LXXIV. 


How  long  wilt  thou  permit  them  to  blafpheme,  35 

With  their  reproachful  taunts,  thy  facred  name  ? 

11  Ah  !  why  from  us  thy  mighty  hand  withdrawn  ? 
Ah  !  why  thy  once-lov'd  tribes  left  fo  forlorn  ? 

1 2  Of  old  our  leader  thou,  our  guide  haft  been ; 

For  us  thy  wond'rous  works  all  earth  hath  feen  :  40 

1 3  At  thy  command  retir'd  the  foamy  fea, 
And  with  a  double  wall  fecur'd  our  way  ; 
Then  back  at  thy  command  obedient  flows, 
And  with  her  furges  overwhelms  our  foes. 

1 4  The  haughty  tyrant,  infolent  and  vain,  45 
Fierce  as  the  wildeft  monfters  of  the  main, 

Sunk  in  her  waves,  and  on  the  defart  fhore 
Was  toft,  for  rav'nous  vultures  to  devour : 

15  Thou  fpak'ft hard  rocks  a  plenteous  ftream  fupply ; 

Thou  fpak'ft the  rivers  leave  their  channels  dry.  50 

1 6  Thine  is  the  day,  O  God,  and  thine  the  night ; 
The  fun  thou  gilddft  with  his  beamy  light ; 

1 7  Thou  keep'fttthe  mad'ning  fea  within  her  bounds  : 
The  earth  thou  ftrengtrfneft  with  her  rocky  mounds  f 
When  rages  winter  with  his  horrid  train,  55 
Thou  ftill  with  fuited  warmth  reviv'ft  the  plain ; 

When  fcorches  fummer  with  it's  fultry  heat, 
Thou  fann'ft  the  air,  and  giv'ft  a  cool  retreat. 

1 8  And  wilt  not  thou  remember  the  difgrace, 

Which  caft  the  wicked  on  thy  faithful  race  ?  60 

Wilt  thou  forget  the  mocking  blafphemies, 
Wherewith  thy  name  tremendous  they  defpife  ? 

1 9  From  their  big  infults  free  thy  plaintive  dove, 
The  once-bleft  objeft  of  almighty  love ; 

Hear  thy  afflicted  people,  once  thy  boaft,  65 

Nor  in  oblivion  let  their  cries  be  loft  : 

20  O  call  that  holy  covenant  to  mind, 

Which  with  moft  folemn  fan&ions  thou  didft  bind  : 

For  dreadful,  dreary  darknefs  fhades  our  head, 

And  cruelty  around,  and  rapine  fpread.  70 

21  O  let  not  they,  that  love  thy  facred  name, 
The  indigent,  th'  oppreft,  return  with  mame. 

22  Arife,  almighty  Lord  ;  thy  pow'r  exert ; 
Thine  is  the  injur'd's  caufe ;  their  caufe  afTert : 

With  rage  befotted,  lo!  the  impious  croud  75 

Speak  'gainft  thy  pow'r  their  blafphemies  aloud. 

23  Forget  not,  Lord,  their  vile  opprobious  tongues, 
Their  bic  impieties,  their  ceafelefs  wrongs ; 

*  Still, 


PSALM      lxxv. 


79 


Still,  ftill  their  monftrous  villainies  increafe, 

And  with  relentlefs  hate  they  ftill  opprefs.  Sp 

PSALM      LXXT. 

i   I  |"^  O  thee,  O  God,  in  fongs  of  joy  we'H  raife 
J[      The  tuneful  voice,  and  celebrate  thy  praife \ 
Thy  great,  thy  wond'rous  mercies  we'll  proclaim, 
And  iing  the  glories  of  thy  holy  name. 

2  "  When  comes  th'  appointed  time  to  judge  the  earth,  § 
"  I'll  call  (fays  God)  my  winged  council  forth, 

"  And.  on  that  folemn,  that  tremendous  day, 
"  'Fore  them  my  righteous  juftice  I'll  difplay. 

3  "  And  at  my  prefence  thb'  this  earth  diflblve, 

"  Tho'  dreadful  fears  her  guilty  fons  involve,  1 6 

"  Yet  firm  I'll  fix  her  in  her  wonted  fpace, 

"  Strengthen  her  pillar,  and  confirm  her  bafe." 

4  Ye  fenfelefs  fools,  how  oft  have  I  in  vain 
Warn'd  you,  your  wretched  follies  to  refrain  ? 

How  oft,  to  leave  the  fatal  road  you  trod,  1 5 

Nor  take  up  impious  arms  againft  your  God  ? 

5  Say,  whence  this  ftiff-neck'd,  felf-wiU'd  frenzy  fprings  5 
Whence  this  rebellion  'gainft  the  king  of  kings  ? 

On  what  frail  feeble  hopes  have  ye  relied, 

That  thus  you  raife  your  crefts  with  haughty  pride  ?  20 

6  For  not  the  raging  north,  nor  rofy  eaft, 
Nor  yet  the  rainy  forth,  or  ruddy  njoeft, 

Can  give  you  wealth,  or  fix  you  on  a  throne : 

7  That  fov'reign  pow>  pertains  to  God  alone ; 

'Tis  he  that  raifes  from  the  duft  the  poor  ;  25 

'Tis  he  brings  down  the  haughty  fpirit  low'r. 

8  For  lo  !  a  flowing  cup  his  hand  divine 
Extends,  a  cup  that  glows  with  purple  wine ; 
Mix'd  with  a  deadly  poifon  is  the  draught ; 

'Fore  him  earth'*  trembling,  guilty  fons  are  brought;  30 

Lo  !  to  the  wicked  is  the  potion  fet ; 

The  wicked  quaff perdition  is  their  fate. 

10  By  me,  all  nations,  and  all  ages,  hear 

The  God  of  Jacob  thus  his  will  declare  \ 
1 !   "  Of  impious  men,  that  have  my  pow'r  defied,  35 

"  With  fearful  vengeance  I'll  confound  the  pride  1 

"  The  humbly  good,  that  in  affliction  figh, 

^  I'll  crown  with  bright  rewards,  and  raife  them  high." 

PSALM 


So  *     P    S    A    L    M      lxxvi,     lxxvii. 

PSALM      LXXVI. 

i   f  ■  "*  O  fancied  gods  while  all  the  nations  bend, 
J^      Our  faithful  tribes  th'  almighty  Lord  attend  ; 
In  Judah  is  his  pow'r,  his  glory  known  ; 

2  Sa/em's  his  temple,  Sion  is  his  throne. 

3  'Twas  here  he  broke  the  fword,  the  (haft,  the  fpear ;  5 
And  all  the  deadly  implements  of  war. 

4  What  bright  majeftic  terror  round  him  fhone, 
When  he  earth's  mighty  tyrants  tumbled  down  ? 

5  Struck  by  his  powV,  they  fell  an  eafy  prey  j 
Sunk  in  eternal  deep  their  eyes,  they  lay.  1  o 

6  Vain  was  the  chariot,  ufelefs  was  the  fteed ; 
Trembled  at  Kis  rebuke  their  hearts  with  dread. 

7  And  juft  their  fear,  for  who  his  wrath  can  (land  ? 
Who  dare  the  thunder  of  his  vengeful  hand  ? 

8  Did  not,  when  he,  in  majefty  array'd,  15 
Came  down,  propitious,  to  his  fervant's  aid  r 
Did  not  high  heav'n  the  awful  fentence  hear  ? 
Was  not  tlT  aftonifh'd  earth  ftruck  mute  with  fear  ? 

j  o  His  punifhments,  that  on  oppreflbrs  fall, 

Rejoice  the  good,  the  impious  foul  appall.  zo 

1 1  Ye  tribes,  that  round  his  facred  temple  dwell, 
Your  victims  offer,  and  his  praifes  tell ; 

1 2  Vow  to  your  God,  who,  dreadful  in  his  wrath, 
Humbles  the  haughty  monarchs  of  the  earth. 

P    S     A    L    M      LXXVIL 

i  f  ■'*  O  thee,  O  Lord,  I  made  my  humble  pray'r, 
X      Thee  I  implor'd,  and  gracious  thou  didft  hear. 

2  To  thee  alone  in  my  diftrefs  I  pray'd, 
With  dreadful  ills  when  I  was  fore  difmay'd  ; 
To  thee  the  live-long  night  held  up  my  hands,  5 
Nor  wou'd  receive  the  folace  of  my  friends. 

3  On  thee  alone  relying,  thee  I  chofe, 
To  heal  my  heart,  to  diflipate  my  woes ; 
My  foul  with  deep,  with  bitter  anguifh  pain'd, 
To  thee  I  therefore  heavily  complain'd.  1  o 

4  And  well  might  I  complain,  for  fleep  no  more 
Wou'd  o'er  my  eyes  exert  his  healing  pow'r  ; 
Tho'  on  my  limbs  a  heavy  ftupor  hung, 
And  my  continued  anguiih  c'hain'd  my  tongue. 

j;  'Twas  then  my  mind  revolv'd  my  former  days,  1 5 

When  thee  I  fung  in  fweet  harmonious  lays ; 

My 


PSALM      lxxviii.  £jj 

6  My  grateful  praifes  on  the  tuneful  lyre, 

The  hymns  of  joy  thy  mercies  did  infpire ; 

With  thefe  ideas  long  my  foul  was  fraught, 

And  thus  wou'd  I  indulge  the  penfive  thought :  zq 

j  "  Ah  !  will  th'  all-high  make  me  no  more  his  care  h 

"  Shall  I  no  more  his  gracious  goodnefs  fhare  ? 

8  "  Ah  !  will  his  mercy  now  no  more  prevail, 
"  And  is  it  poflible  his  truth  mould  fail  ? 

9  "  Has  he  his  great  beneficence  forgot  ?  2$ 
"  Will  dire  refentment  bring  his  love  to  nought  ?" 

io  Soon  I  repented  of  the  vain  furmife  ; 
Thy  ways  of  old  I  fet  before  my  eyes, 
The  ever-gracious  deeds  thy  hand  had  done, 
The  various  mercies  thou  hadft  conftant  fhewn ;  30 

1 2  The  griefs,  the  dangers,  thou  hadft  chae'd  away, 
The  quick  relief  thou  gav'ft  without  delay. 

1 3  Yes ;  fov'reign  ruler,  I  thy  juftice  fee  ; 
For  truth,  for  mercy,  who  is  like  to  thee  ? 

14  To  the  whole  earth  the  wonders  of  thy  pow'r    ■  35 
Shew'd  thee  the  univerfal  governor. 

15  When  ftruck  proud  Pharaoh  with  a  dread  alarm 
Thy  favour'd  tribes,  them,  by  thy  mighty  arm, 

1 6  Didft  thou  redeem  ;  thy  arm  the  waters  faw, 

The  troubled  depths,  and  they  beheld  with  awe.  4P 

1 7  The  heavy  clouds  obey'd  thy  great  command, 
And  delug'd  with  their  watery  ftores  the  land  5 

1 8  Fell  thy  deftroying  hail,  thy  thunders  roar'd  ; 
Their  rapid  fires  thy  forky  lightnings  pour'd. 

19  And  when  thy  people  Pharaoh\  fury  fled ;  45 
When  Mofes  and  his  facred  brother  led 

Them  thro'  the  deep,  and  ftrait  purfued  the  foe  j 

Back  on  the  hoftile  bands  the  waters  flow  ; 

Fain  they'd  retreat ;  but  their  attempts  are  vain  j 

Sudden  they  perifh  in  th1  o'er-whelming  main :  50 

While,  as  his  fleecy  care  the  fliepherd  leads, 

Thou  guid'ft  them  thro'  the  fea  ;  the  fea  recedes  5 

Stood  on  a  heap  the  fea  at  thy  command  j 

Secure  they  pais,  and  joyful  reach  the  ftrand. 

P     S     A     L  '  M       LXXniI. 

1  XT  E  fons  of  Ifrael,  faithful  tribes,  attend  ; 

i      A  lift'ning  ear  to  thefe  my  numbers  lend  ; 

2  My  flowing  numbers  marvels  fhall  unfold, 
Which  were  in  parables  conceal'd  of  old ; 

M  Which' 


U  PSALM      lxxviii. 

3  Which  from  our  ancient  fathers  we  have  known  ;  r 

4  Which  fhall  to  late  pofterity  be  {hewn  : 

Yes ;  I,  no  fimple  bard,  whom  heav'n  infpires 

(E'en  now  my  foul  celeftial  tranfport  fires !) 

I  will  the  wonders  of  th1  Almighty  ling, 

The  pow'r,  the  praifes,  of  our  God,  our  king.  i  o 

5  For,  when  he  made  with  Abrhatns  favoured  line 
A  league,  confirm'd  by  fan&ions  moll  divine, 
Them  his  peculiar  people  when  he  chofe, 
This,  his  determin'd  will,  he  did  impofe, 

That  they  his  law,  the  wonders  he  had  done,  1 5 

For  ever  to  their  after-race  make  known  ; 
7  That,  mindful  of  his  mercies  and  his  word, 

Firmly  they  might  rely  upon  their  Lord  ; 

The  ftatutes,  that  he  had  ordain'd,  obferve, 

And  never  from  his  dread  commandments  fwerve  :  20 

S  Never,  like  their  rebellious  fathers,  prove 

Ingrate  and  ftubborn  to  almighty  love ; 

Never,  like  them,  diftruft  his  gracious  pow'r, 

But  wait  his  mercy,  and  his  name  adore. 
9  Ye  fons  of  Ephraim,  why,  when  ftrongly  arm'd  25 

With  bow,  with  fpear,  fo  dreadfully  alarm'd  ? 

Why  fly  your  foes  in  the  embattl'd  field  ? 

Why,  when  the  fight  began,  fo  bafely  yield  ? 

I  o  Alas !  the  facred  cov'nant  they  'ad  forgot, 

Their  God's  moll  holy  law  regarded  not ;  3© 

I I  Forgot  the  wonders  of  his  mighty  hand, 

1 2  His  glorious  atts  in  Egypt"1*  idol-land  j 
His  glorious  acts,  that  all  their  fathers  faw, 

That  ftruck  proud  Pharaoh's  harden'd  heart  with  awe. 

1 3  He  for  their  paflage  made  the  fea  divide ;  3  5 
Her  waves  a  rampier  form'd  on  either  fide  ; 

1 4  With  a  dun  cloud  he  led  them  in  the  day  ; 
By  night  a  ilream  of  fire  directs  their  way ; 

15  In  the  dry  defart,  fainting  and  athirft, 

They  cried his  ears  their  piteous  plainings  pierc'd.         40 

He  from  the  rock  his  plenteous  ftreams  beftow'd, 
The  rock  he  fmote,  and  pour'd  a  limpid  flood. 

1 7  Yet  {till  they  finn'd  againft  his  fov'reign  pow'r, 
And  by  their  faithlefs  murmurs  vex'd  him  fore  : 

1 8  Dar'd  in  their  thanklefs  hearts  to  tempt  their  God,  45 
And  a&'d  with  higheft  infolence  for  food. 

1 9  Great  was  their  blafphemy,  when  thus  they  faid ; 
"  In  the  lone  defart  can  he  furnifh  bread  I 

"  True; 


PSALM      lxxviii.  2} 

20  "  True  ;  in  our  need  the  veiny  rock  he  fmote, 

"  And  in  full  torrents  gufh'd  the  waters  out.  50 

c<  Food  to  fupply,  is  fure  beyond  his  pow'r, 

"  And  where  of  bread,  of  flefh,  his  fecret  ftore  ?" 

2 1  This  heard  the  Lord,  and  ftrait  his  anger  rofe ; 
With  dread  refentment  'gainft  his  tribes  he  glows  • 

22  'Caufe  they,  tho'  fuch  great  mercies  they'd  receiv'd,  55 
Still  wanted  faith,  nor  in  his  power  believ'd. 

23  Yet  did  he  open  ftrait  the  doors  of  heav'n  ; 

24  Above  their  hopes,  celeftial  food  was  giv'n ; 
In  plenteous  ihow'rs  th'  ambrofial  manna  fell, 

Meats,  that  did  far  all  earthly  cates  excel.  60 

25  O  bleft  refult  of  clemency  divine  ! 

Meats,  fuch  as  angels  eat,  he  gave,  benign ; 

26  He  drove  the  eaji  wind  from  the  fields  of  air, 
And  bad  the  fouth  his  flaggy  wings  prepare ; 

27  The  fouth  obey'd,  and  pour'd  a  feather'd  flood,  65 
Birds  of  the  richeft  flavour  for  their  food. 

O'er  the  aftonifli'd  camp  in  heaps  they  lay, 
Thick  as  the  fcatter'd  fand  along  the  fea, 

29  And  now  they  are  with  heavenly  cates  replete  ; 

30  Yet  ftill  their  lufts  continue,  while  they  eat,  70 

31  E'en  while  they  eat,  the  God,  that's  ever  juft, 
Made  them  the  victims  of  their  wretched  luft ; 
In  his  dread  fury  on  the  camp  he  flew, 

And  the  moll  valiant  of  their  chieftains  flew. 

32  Yet  vain  th'  inflictions  of  his  vengeance  prov'd ;  75 
Nor  yet  his  great  beneficence  remov'd 

30  Their  horrid  guilt -at  length,  provok'd,  their  God 

With  all  his  rage  and  all  his  fury  glow'd, 

Their  vitals  with  a  dread  diftemper  ftruck, 

Their  wounded  fouls  with  all  his  horrors  fhook.  8q 

34  Driv'n,  by  his  vengeance,  him  they  own'd  their  Lord, 
His  pow'r  ackhowledg'd,  and  his  help  implor'd ; 

35  Own'd,  they  fubfifted  by  his  mighty  aid, 

That  he  redeem'd  them,  and  their  foes  difmay'd. 

36  Yet  this  they  only  with  their  lips  confeft ;  2$ 
Convi&ion  cou'd  not  reach  their  harden'd  breaft  1 

37  Their  vile  demeanour,  not  their  hearts,  they  chang'd, 
Their  hearts  from  his  bleft  ftatutes  ftill  eftrang'd. 

38  Still  he  in  mercy  wou'd  their  crimes  forgive ; 

Still  in  his  favour  he  wou'd  let  them  live  ;  go 

Full  oft  his  fearful  anger  he  forbore, 

And  did,  to  health,  to  peace,  their  fouls  reftore  -3 

M  z  For 


$4  PSALM      lxxviii." 

39  For  he  confider'd  them  of  mortal  birth, 

That  they  were  flill  but  quicken'd  lumps  of  earth  j 

Or  empty  fhadows  of  a  fummer's  day,  e^ 

That,  like  a  fleeting  wind,  port  fwift  away, 

4.0  And  yet  how  oft  ungrateful  did  they  prove 
To  all  the  efforts  of  his  tender  love  ; 

41  Meafur'd  almighty  flrength  by  their  fhort  line, 

And,  obflinate,  denied  his  pow'r  divine  !  ico 

42  Their  great  deliv'rance  they  remember'd  not, 
Soon  they  the  mercies  of  his  arm  forgot ; 

For  them  how  he  fhipendous  wonders  wrought, 
And  'gainfl  Egyptian  rage  their  battles  fought. 

44  How  with  infected  flreams  their  rivers  flow'd,  1 05 
Their  limpid  waters  ting'd  with  filthy  blood  : 

45  Range  o'er_  their  dwellings*  the  devouring  fly, 
And  marfhy  frog,  their  palaces  annoy  ; 

46  The  locufls  and  deflruclive  beetles  fwarm 
Around  their  fields,  and  do  them  dreadful  harm  :  119 

47  Their  vines  are  ruin'd  by  the  beating  hail, 
And  o'er  their  trees  the  Mailing  frofts  prevail : 

48  His  hail  deflroys  the  cattle  of  the  plain, 
And  all  their  flocks  are  by  his  thunder  flain  : 

49  Dread  in  his  wrath,  he  all  his  vengeance  pourM,  1 1 5 
Full  on  their  heads  his  indignation  roar'd  ; 
In  heavier!:  trouble,  in  diitrefs  they  lay. 
And  in-born  furies  on  their  vitals  prey. 

>o  Stalks  death  around,  in  all  his  horrors  clad, 

And  beafl  and  man  devouring  plagues  invade.  1 20 

5 1  Hark  !  what  fad  moans !  what  unavailing  cries  I 
The  favour'd  fon,  the  father's  darling,  dies  ! 
Joy  of  his  years,  and  heir  to  his  domain  ! 
He  dies  ;  and  mourns  parental  love  in  vain  ! 

52  Mean  while,  as  leads  the  fwain  his  woolly  care,  121 
Our  God  did  for  his  tribes  their  way  prepare  ; 

53  Fearlefs,  they  went ;  and  joyful  reach  the  fhore, 
While  the  returning  waves  their  foes  devour. 

C4  Safely  he  brought  them  to  the  facred  hill, 

That  holy  mount  where  chofe  himfelf  to  dwell ;  130' 

55  For  them  the  impious  nations  chac'd  away, 
And  made  their  fertile  lands  his  people's  prey. 

56  Yet  flill  provoking,  they  their  God  defied, 
Defpis'd  his  flatutes,  and  his  patience  tried  ; 

57  Juil  like  their  fathers  they  rebellious  prov'd,  135 
And  from  the  even  path  of  duty  rov'd ; 

Like 


PSALM      lxxvjiu  85 

Like  a  deceitful  bow  they  turn'd,  and  foon 
Their  wonted  blafphemy  and  crimes  begun. 

58  Their  Lord  eternal  they  no  more  obey'd, 

But  after  gods,  that  were  not  gods,  they  ftray'd  1  140 

On  each  high  hill  their  adorations  pay 
To  images  of  brafs,  of  {tone,  of  clay. 

59  This  faw  th'  Almighty,  and  his  anger  rofe ; 
He  now  abhorr'd  the  people  he  had  chofe  j 

60  Them  of  his  glad'ning  prefence  he  bereft,  14  c; 
And  his  own  altar,  his  dear  Shilob,  left : 

61  His  hallow'd  ark  no  more  in  Judab  ftands, 
Whence  beam'd  his  glorious  light  to  diftant  lands ; 
The  facred  monument  of  his  people's  peace, 

Pledge  of  his  awful  law,  the  foes  poffefs.  150 

62  His  people  war  with  her  fell  train  deilroys, 
While  with  regardlefs  ears  he  hears  their  criefs. 

63  Their  luiiy  youth  are  by  the  flames  devour'd  ; 
Fall  their  hoar  priefis  by  th1  unrelenting  fword ; 

No  more  the  nuptial  bed,  the  virgin-throng  155 

Expecl,  or  join  the  hymeneal  fong  ; 

No  more  the  widows  for  their  conforts  figh, 

And  in  the  grave  they  unlamented  lie. 

65  At  length  his  furious  anger  was  appeas'd ; 

And  foon  the  infults  of1  the  heathen  ceas'd ;  160 

As  from  a  heavy  fleep  our  God  arofe, 

And  pour'd  his  dreadful  vengeance  on  our  foes  : 

66  Struck  with  a  quick  alarm,  they  turn,  they  fly  ; 
In  vain for  by  his  fatal  fhafts  they  die  ; 

And,  while  yon  fun  fhall  mine,  continued  ihame,  1 65 

Continued  infamy  awaits  their  name. 

67  Yet  not  to  Epbraim,  tho'  his  fons  were  brave, 
Nor  to  Manajjeb,  he  the  fceptre  gave  ; 

68  His  favour'd  choice  the  tribe  of  Judab  prov'd  ; 

The  hill  of  Sion  was  the  hill  he  lov'd.  1 70 

69  Xnere  he  his  facred  feat  for  ever  plac'd, 

His  temple  there  with  his  bright  prefence  bleft ; 
Firm  as  the  globe,  the  hallow'd  dome  fhall  ftand, 
Firm  fhall  remain,  till  nature's  felf  fhall  end. 

70  And  him  who  tended  long  his  fleecy  care,  175 

7 1  Who  drove  his  fatlings  to  the  paftures  fair, 
David,  his  fervant,  has  he  call'd  bis  o<wn, 
And  fix'd  the  humble  fnepherd  on  a  throne  \ 
O'er  his  own  fav'rite  people  gives  him  fway? 

And  bids  the  fons  of  Abraham  obey,  1 80 


86  PSALM      lxxix. 

72  By  him  fupported,  in  his  prowefs  ftrong, 

His  flock  with  faithful  care  he  'as  govern'd  long ; 

Protetts  them  from  the  fury  of  the  foe, 

And  teaches  them  the  laws  of  heav'n  to  know. 

P     S     A    L     M      LXXIX. 

1  *  I  *HOU  fov'reign  Lord,  that  filPft  our  earth  with  dread, 

X      Shall  impious  foes  thy  heritage  invade  ? 
Shall  they  thy  facred,  folemn  dome  profane  ? 
Shall  o'er  thy  favour'd  tribes  deftruction  reign  ? 

2  Dead  are  the  pious  fouls  that  lov'd  thy  word,  5 
Dead  are  they  all,  the  viclims  of  the  fword  : 

They're  to  the  wolves  expos 'd  in  open  air ; 
Lo  !  their  difmember'd  limbs  the  vultures  tear. 

3  Round  Salem's  walls  flow  fcarlet  ftreams  of  blood, 

As  when  the  rains  increafe  th'  impetuous  flood  ;  10 

Their  mangled  carcafles  unburied  lie, 

And  not  one  friend  that  will  a  grave  fupply. 

4  And  both  alike,  the  living  and  the  dead, 

A  theme  for  laughter  and  contempt  are  made. 

5  O  gracious  father,  will  thy  dreadful  ire  1 5 
For  ever  rage,  and  fhall  it  burn  like  fire  ? 

6  Pour  out  thy  fury  rather  on  the  race, 

That  not  avow  thy  pow'r,  thy  law  embrace  : 

Thofe  impious  kingdoms,  blafphemoufly  vain, 

Who  to  invoke  thy  holy  name  difdain  :  20 

7  The  ruin  of  thy  people  who  refolve, 

And  in  devouring  flame  their  towns  involve. 

8  Recall  not,  Lord,  our  heinous  crimes  of  yore, 
And  let  thy  wrath  vindictive  burn  no  more  : 

Quite  overwhelm'd  in  killing  woes  we  are  ;  25 

Prevent  us  with  thy  love  ;  in  pity  fpare. 

9  Why  ihou'd  the  heathen  fpread  their  taunts  abroad, 
And  blafphemoufly  cry,  "  Where  is  their  God  ?'* 

1  o  To  us  extend  thy  clemency  divine, 

And  let  thy  glory  in  our  pardon  fhine  :  30 

AfTert  thyfel£  O  Lord,  and  'fore  our  eyes 

In  all  the  terrors  of  thy  vengeance  rife  ; 

Revenge  the  blood  of  innocence  they've  fpilt, 

And  punifh,  punifh  their  enormous  guilt. 
i!  Thy  pow'r  exert,  to  heal  the  captive's  grief,  35 

To  give  him,  from  his  galling  chains,  relief; 

Bid  them  in  peace,  in  joy,  in  fafety,  breathe^ 

Who're  deflin'd  by  their  cruel  foes  to  death. 

The 


PSALM      lxxx.  $7 

1 2  The  vile  reproach,  the  contumelies,  that  they 

Caft  on  thy  people,  and  on  thee,  repay  ;  40 

O  let  a  fev'n-fold  punifhment  be  theirs, 

In  our  deliv'rance  while  thy  pow'r  appears  ; 

1 3  While  we,  great  fhepherd,  thy  peculiar  flock, 

Make  thee  our  whole  fupport,  our  ftrength,  our  rock ; 
And,  in  thy  paftures  as  we  feed,  difplay  45 

Thy  praife,  thy  pow'r,  thy  love,  from  day  to  day. 

PSALM      LXXX. 

1  /^X  THOU  (between  the  cherubims  thy  throne) 
\^y  Whom  Jacob's  faithful  race  their  fhepherd  own, 
Who  feed'ft  thy  Ifrael  with  a  fhepherd's  c?re, 
Benign  O  lift ;  attend  our  humble  pray'r. 

2  Thou  to  thy  chofen  tribes  thy  glory  fhew  ;  5 
Give  them,  the  influence  of  thy  pow'r  to  know } 

Their  many  woes  thy  inftant  help  demand ; 
O  aid  them,  fave  them,  by  thy  mighty  hand. 

3  Our  heavy  griefs  to  diffipate  is  thine ; 

The  clouds  difperfe,  when  beams  thy  light  divine.  10 

4  Dread  God  of  battles,  will  thy  anger  laft  ? 
Prefer  a  fruitlefs  pray'r  thy  tribes  diftreft  ?... 

5  Their  board  with  ever-ftreaming  tears  bedew'd, 
Tears  are  their  only  drink,  their  only  food. 

6  We  of  our  villain-foes  are  made  the  fpoil,  1 5 
And,  tho'  they  quarrel  for  their  fpoils  the  while, 

Yet  flill  with  cruel,  with  inhuman  pride, 
Our  fore  diftreffes,  fcornful,  they  deride. 

7  But  all  our  griefs  to  heal,  O  Lord,  is  thine ; 

The  clouds  difperfe,  when  beams  thy  light  divined  20 

8  A  vine  thou  brought'fl  from  Pharaoh's  hoftile  land  ; 
This  vine  thou  planted'ft  with  thy  mighty  hand  ; 

9  To  make  it  room,  the  nations  drov'fl  away ; 
Deep  root  fhe  took  ;  and  foon  did  fhe  difplay 

10  Her  tendrils  far,  the  mountains  foon  fhe  fhades,  25 
And  like  the  tow'ring,  lofty  cedar  fpreads, 

1 1  Her  fruitful  boughs  fhe  ftretches  to  the  fea, 
To  where  Euphrates  rolls  his  rapid  way. 

1 2  Ah  !  why  does  fhe  her  broken  fences  mourn  ? 

Why  left  unto  her  foes  a  prey,  a  fcorn  ?  -         30 

1 3  Why  lays  the  cruel  boar  her  branches  wafte  ? 
Why  on  her  blooming  fruits  the  beftials  feaft  ? 

1 4  Return,  O  God,  and  let  thy  mercy  fhine 
On  this  thy  drooping,  defolated  vine; ; 

By 


88  PSALM      lxxx!. 

15  By  thee  'twas  planted,  and  by  thee  grew  ftrong  j  35 
By  thee  in  all  her  pride  fhe  flourinYd  long  -, 

16  But  now  deftroying  flames  her  boughs  devour ; 
Laid  level  with  the  ground,  fhe  blooms  no  more. 

1 7  Indulgent  father,  kind  afliitance  fend  ; 

With  thy  almighty  arm  thy  vine  defend.  ±0 

O  let  the  man,  whom  long  thou  didft  adorn 
With  pow'r,  with  honours,  now  no  longer  mourn ; 

1 8  Reftore  us  life,  and  we'll  thy  name  adore, 
And  from  thy  facred  ftatutes  turn  no  more. 

1 9  Ail,  all  our  griefs  to  heal,  O  Lord,  is  thine ;  45 
The  clouds  difperfe,  when  beams  thy  light  divine. 

PSALM      LXXXL 

1  T  N  loftieft  ftrains  addrefs  the  mighty  God ; 
JL    To  IfraePs  great  redeemer  chant  aloud  ; 

2  Chant  the  glad  pfalm,  and  to  the  timbrel  join 
The  lute,  the  pfaltery,  harmony  divine  ! 

3  Sound,  found  the  clarion,  and  your  joy  difplay ;  5 
Now  is  the  Hated  feaft,  the  folemn  day  ; 

4  The  facred  folemn  day,  which  heav'n  ordain'd, 
Which  Ifrael  fwore  t1  obferve,  while  time  remain'd  ; 

5  The  great  memorial  of  Egyptian  rage, 

When  nought  cou'd  Pharaoh's  harden'd  heart  affuage  ;         1  o 
When  on  the  banks  of  Nile,  fad  wand'rers,  they 
In  direful  bondage  groan'd,  and  felt  difmay  ; 
When  they  a  language  heard,  not  underftood  ; 

6  When  bent  their  backs  beneath  the  galling  load. 

7  "  'Twas  then,  in  mifery  funk,  with  griefs  appall'd,  1 5 
"  With  fervent  prayer  (fays  God)  on  me  you  call'd  ; 

"  On  me  you  calPd,  and  I  indulgent  heard, 

"  Difpers'd  your  woes,  your  road  to  freedom  clear'd ; 

"  Enwrapt  in  clouds,  I  gave  my  facred  law, 

"  In  thunder  fpoke,  and  ftruck  your  fouls  with  awe  ;  20 

"  Your  faith  at  Merihah\  fam'd  waters  prov'd, 

fi  Forgave  your  murmurs,  and  the  caufe  remov'd. 

8  "  Hear,  O  my  people,  with  attention  hear, 
"  Hear,  while  my  folemn  promife  I  declare  : 

9  "  If  thou  my  laws,  my  ftatutes,  will  obey,  25 
"  And  after  other  gods  wilt  fcorn  to  itray  : 

"  If  to  their  altars  thou'lt  no  viftims  bring, 
10  "  But  only  worfliip  me,  thy  God,  thy  king, 
11  Thy  God  that  from  hard  bondage  fet  thee  free, 
"  And  pav'd  thy  way  to  peace,  to  liberty ;  30 

«  On 


P    S    A    L    M      lxxxii,  By 

"  On  thee  I'll  bleffings  'bove  thy  hopes  beftow, 
"  And  ev'ry  folid  good  to  thee  fhall  flow ; 
ii"  Vainly  I  faid ;  my  people  wou'd  not  hear, 
"  But  to  my  promife  tum'd  a  liftlefs  ear; 

12  "  Therefore  I  left  them  to  their  worft  of  foes,  35 
"  Their  fenfelefs  felves,  the  guides  themfelves  had  chofe  j 

"  Therefore  I  left  them,  madly  to  fulfil 

u  The  wretched  dictates  of  their  headftrong  will. 

1 3  "  But  Oh  !  that  they  had  heard  me,  and  obey'd, 

"  Nor  ever  from  the  way  I  taught  them  ftray'd !  40 

1 4  "  Me  their  fupport,  with  glory  they  had  reign'd, 
"  And  o'er  their  foes  a  noble  conqueft  gain'd. 

1 5  "  I  had  not  then  maintain'd  the  odious  caufe 

"  Of  thofe  that  hate  me,  and  defpife  my  laws  5 

"  To  Ifrael  they  had  yielded ;  IfraePs  God  45 

"  Eternal  rule  on  Ifrael  had  beftow'd  ; 

16  "  Them  with  what  happy  affluence  I  had  bleft ! 
"  The  fields  had  furnifh'd  a  continual  feaft ; 

"  From  the  hard  rock  had  gufh'd  ambrofial  rills, 

"  Sweet  as  the  neftar,  which  the  bee  diftils.  50 

PSALM      LXXXIL 

1  TN  vain  perverfely,  princes,  you  furmife> 

X  God  views  your  judgments  with  regardlefs  eyes  5 
Lo  !  in  the  midft  he  ftands,  your  ways  beholds, 
And  thus  in  thunder  his  dread  wrath  unfolds. 

2  "  How  long  thus  partial  will  ye  judge  ?  how  long  g 
"  Support  their  caufe,  who  in  their  guilt  are  fbrong  ? 

3  "  Ah  !  rather  the  diftreiTed  orphan  view, 
"  And  to  the  caufe  of  innocence  be  true ; 

4  "  Ah  !  free  the  wretched  from  th'  oppreffive  foe, 

"  And  do  the  poor  the  juftice  that  you  owe.  to 

5  "  Vainly  I  warn  them  ;  obftinately  blind  ; 
"  A  fatal  error  chains  their  itubborn  mind  ; 

"  In  guilt  they're  refolute,  and  won't  obferve 
"  The  dire  refult,  when  they  from  juftice  fwerve, 

6  "  I  calFd  you  gods,  to  you  the  pow'r  I  gave,  15 
'  "  To  flay  th'  opprefibr,  and  th'  oppreft  to  fave  ; 

"  On  you  my  own  prerogative  beftow'd, 
"  To  curb  the  villain,  and  protect  the  good. 

7  "  But  now  grim  death,  with  all  his  horrid  train,        , 

"  Shall  foon  convince  you,  that  you  are  but  men,  20 

"  Shall  fink  your  boafted  honours  in  the  grave, 

*f  And  make  you  equal  with  the  meaneft  Have, 

?.?  "  N       '  YfS; 


$o  PSALM      Lxxxnf, 

8  Yes ;  Lord  Jehovah,  thou  vindictive  rife  ; 
To  thee  afcend  the  orphan's  plaintive  cries, 
Judge  thou  the  earth,  and  make  fell  tyrants  know  25 

Thou  rul'fl,  impartial,  all  the  realms  below. 

PSALM      LXXXIII. 

1   XTO  more  be  Hill,  jufl  God  ;  no  more  delay; 

X^l    Speak  in  their  caufe,  who  thy  commands  obey ; 
z  For  lo  !  with  lofty  crefls  exult  thy  foes, 

With  loud  tumultuous  roar  they've  all  arofe  : 

3  Fix'd  are  their  counfels ;  all  their  fchemes  they  bend  £ 
'Gainft  thofe  whom  thou  hall  promis'd  to  defend. 

4  "  Halle  (they  cry  all)  be  this  our  fole  employ, 
"  Thefe  favour'd  tribes,  this  Ifraelto  deftroy." 

5  See,  with  what  firm  envenom'd  hate  they  join, 

And  'gainfl  thy  people  and  thy  law  combine.  *     10 

6  Idume,  Moaby  Amalek,  confphe, 

With  Gebaly  Amman,  IJhmaeVs  race  and  Tyre  ; 
Nor  has  Philijlia  her  defeats  forgot, 
And  proud  Affyria  joins  the  fons  of  Lot. 
9  But  let  them  fall  by  our  avenging  hands,  15 

As  perifh'd  Si/era  and  his  hoflile  bands  : 
At  Kijhon  perifh'd  they,  and  with  their  blood 
Ting'd,  as  it  gently  flream'd,  his  ancient  flood  : 
Their  carcaffes  along  his  margin  lay, 

To  rav'ning  vultures  and  fell  wolves  a  prey.  2» 

1 1   As  Qreb  fled  and  mighty  Zeb  in  vain, 
As  Zeb  a  and  Zalmunna  bit  the  plain  ; 
Who  fiercely  faid  ;  "  Be  ours  their  wide  domains, 
Their  fenced  cities*  and  their  hallow'd  fanes  ;" 
So  let  their  nobles  and  their  princes  fall ;  25 

So  in  thy  direful  wrath  conmme  them  all ; 

1 3  Swift  let  them  fly,  while  follow  we  behind, 
And  drive  them  far  like  nubble  'fore  the  wind. 

1 4  As  crackling  fires  along  the  mountains  roar, 

And  the  tall  honours  of  the  grove  devour,  3» 

15  'Gainfl  them  fend  forth  the  tempefc  of  thy  wrath, 
And  let  thy  whirlwinds  fink  them  all  in  death. 

1 6  Their  faces  cover  with  reproach,  with  fhame, 
That  e'en  their  wees  thy  Godhead  may  proclaim ; 

17  With  terror,  with  affright,  their  fouls  confound  j  35 
A  dread  example  to  the  nations  round  ; 

1 8  That  all  may  know,  Jehovah  is  the  Lord, 
And  that  his  name  mav  be  bv  all  ador'd. 

PSALM 


PSALM      lxxxiv,     lxxxv.  91 

PSALM      LXXXW. 

1   TJOW  glorious,  Lord,  thy  temple  ?  what  defircs 
JTj.   Fill  my  whole  foul,  O  God  ?  what  rapture  fires  ? 
How  afks  my  glowing  heart  the  glad  employ  ? 
My  limbs,  my  very  bones,  demand  the  joy. 

3  Nigh  thee,  fecure,  her  neft  the  fparrow  builds  j  ^ 
Thy  facred  altar  to  the  fwallow  yields 

Fit  refuge  for  her  young ;  in  artlefs  lays 

Their  fweet  melodious  throats  pour  forth  thy  praise, 

4  Thrice  happy  all  who  in  thy  temple  dwell ! 

Thy  pow'r,  thy  praifes,  they  fhall  conft ant  tell,  10 

§  Thrice  happy  they,  who  on  their  God  rely, 

And  with  their  victims  to  his  altar  hie ! 
<)  Thro'  the  dry  vale  as  they  direct  their  way, 

Their  thirft  the  cooling  riv'let  fhall  allay  ; 

To  fill  their  citterns,  falls  the  kindly  rain,  15 

While  the  vow'd  victims  to  their  God  are  flain. 

8  Dread  God  of  battles,  hear  thy  fervant's  pray'r  1 
O  to  his  pious  vows  incline  thy  ear  ; 

9  'Tis  thy  anointed  pleads  ;  his  fhield  art  thou ; 

Thy  own  anointed  with  indulgence  view.  20 

1 0  One  day  within  thy  courts  to  him  appears, 
A  lot  more  glorious  than  a  thoufand  years : 
The  meaneft  office  there  I'd  nobler  own, 
Than  'mid  the  wicked  an  exalted  throne, 

1 1  For,  like  the  beamy  monarch  of  the  day,  25 
Doll  thou  the  glories  of  thy  light  difplay ; 

Thou,  like  a  fhield,  thy  fervants  doll  defend, 
And  all  the  bleffings  of  thy  mercy  fend ; 
No  bleffing  to  the  righteous  thou'lt  deny ; 

12  Thrice  happy  they,  that  will  on  thee  rely  I  30 

P     S     A    L  .  M       LXXXV. 

1  'HT^HO'  oft,  O  Lord,  we've  felt  thy  heavy  wrath3 

J[      And  oft  thy  vengeance  menaces  with  death, 
Yet  fiill  thy  people  have  thy  mercy  known, 
Still  hath  thy  great  beneficence  been  fhewn  : 

2  Our  heinous  crimes  againfl  thee  thou' ft  forgot,  ^ 
And  in  oblivion  hid  our  ev'ry  fault ; 

3  Benign  haft  heard  us,  when  we  did  implore, 
And  bad  thy  dreadful  fury  rage  no  more. 

4  Now  then,  indulgent  God,  propitious  turn, 

Nor  'gainft  thy  people  let  thine  anger  burn  ;  10 

N  2  Muft 


92  PSALM      lxxxvi. 

5  Muft  we  thy  dread  refentraent  ever  bear  ? 
And  fhall  our  after-race  thy  vengeance  fhare  ? 

6  Will  now  no  more  thy  goodnefs  bid  us  live, 
And  in  eternal  anguifh  mull  we  grieve  ? 

7  Once  more,  ah  !  let  forgiving  mercy  reign,  i  c 
Save  us,  O  Lord,  nor  let  us  plead  in  vain. 

S  Long  have  I  waited  for  thy  pow'rful  word, 

That  to  our  fouls  will  peace,  will  blifs,  afford ; 

Long  have  I  waited  for  the  gracious  fign 

Of  pard'ning  love,  of  clemency  divine ;  20 

That,  if  thy  people  wou'd  no  more  offend, 

Soon  thou  wou'dft  folace  and  afliftance  fend. 
9  And  fure  to  them  thy  great  falvation's  near, 

Who  love  thy  holy  law,  thy  name  who  fear. 

10  Yes ;  joyful  foon  fhall  truth  and  mercy  meet,  25 
Juftice  and  pleafing  peace  in  tranfport  greet : 

1 1  Down  from  above  the  heav'n-born  maids  defcend  ; 
See,  golden  plenty  on  their  fteps  attend  ; 

1 2  Bleft  with  their  happy  influence,  teeming  earth 

Shall  give  to  all  her  blooming  produce  birth ;  30 

Her  corn,  her  wine,  her  oil,  mail  joyous  yield, 
And  cloath  with  verdure  the  rejoicing  field. 

1 3  Where'er  our  gracious  Lord  directs  his  way, 

There  truth,  there  love,  there  juftice,  hold  the  fvvay ; 
Thence  fly  oppreffion,  wrong,  deceit  and  fraud,  35 

Thence  quick  they  fly,  by  his  dread  prefence  aw'd. 

PSALM      LXXXVI. 

1  '  I  ^  O  thee,  good  God,  in  my  diftrefs  I  plead, 

A       Benign  O  hear  me  ;  haften  to  my  aid  ; 

2  To  my  too  juft  complaints  propitious  be, 
And  fave  the  pious  foul  that  trufts  in  thee. 

3  From  morn  to  even  heavily  I  figh,  r 
And  fhall  I  vainly  on  my  God  rely  ? 

4  On  thee  my  foul  depends  in  her  diftrefs ; 
O  yet  with  thy  enliv'ning  prefence  blefs. 

5  For  good  art  thou,  and  ready  to  forgive ; 

Who  call  on  thee  fincere,  in  thee  fhall  live.  1  o 

6  O  hear  attentive,  while  to  thee  I  fue  ; 
My  fuffering  innocence  with  pity  view  ; 

7  Thee  in  my  deep  affliction  I  invoke  ; 

For  thee  in  trying  times  I've  prov'd  my  rock. 

8  Not  one  among  the  fancied  gods  like  thee  ;  1 5 
Not  one  can  mate  thy  pow'r,  thy  majefty. 

The 


PSALM      lxxxvii. 


33 


9  The  nations  all  mall  glorify  thy  name, 

And  hail  almighty  pow'r  with  loud  acclaim ; 
l  o  For  great  art  thou ;  the  wonders  thou  hall  done 

Declare  to  all,  that  thou  art  God  alone.  20 

i  1  Teach  me  to  thy  bleft  dome,  th'  unerring  road ; 

Compofe  my  foul,  that  me  may  praife  her  God. 

1 2  Thee  fhall  me  praife,  and  thee  mail  fhe  adore, 
Thy  name,  thy  pow'r,  extol,  till  time's  no  more, 

13  To  her  from  thee  continual  blemngs  flow  ;  25 
And  oft  thou'ft  fav'd  her  from  the  depths  below. 

«J4  When  men  of  violence  againft  me  rofe, 

When  all  the  villain-rout  commenc'd  my  foes  ; 
When  with  invet'rate  hate  my  life  they  fought, 
And  fet  thy  dread  omnipotence  at  nought :  30 

15  'Twas  then,  companionate,  thou  didft  relieve, 
Didft  to  my  anguifh'd  heart  fweet  folace  give. 

16  O  ftill,  while  now  my  cruel  foes  invade, 
Thy  fervant  ftrengthen  with  thy  mighty  aid  ; 

.17  That  they  with  wonder  and  with  fhame  may  fee,  35 

I  ftill  have  got  a  pow'rful  friend  in  thee ; 
That  from  thy  clemency,  fuccefs  I  have ; 
That  thou  thy  chofen  fhepherd  ftill  wilt  fave. 

PSALM      LXXXTII. 

1   5TJ  O  V  E  all  our  cities  does  bright  Sion  prove 
81    The  deareft  objecl  of  almighty  love ; 
Sion,  high  feated  on  a  lofty  hill, 
Where  bleft  Jehovah  takes  delight  to  dwell. 

3  O  Queen  of  nations  !  O  exalted  theme  !  5 
What  tongue  can  juftly  celebrate  thy  fame  ? 

4  Will  Babylon  to  mate  thy  fplendor  dare  ? 

With  thee  will  Rahab's  haughty  town  compare  ? 

Soon  fhall  their  vain,  their  empty  boafts  be  fhewn ; 

They  foon  fhall  thy  fuperior  glories  own  ;  1  o 

Nor,  proud  Philiftia,  thou,  nor  lofty  Tyre, 

Nor  Ethiopians  towns  to  fame  afpire ; 

5  With  Sions  city  ye  conteft  in  vain  ; 

Long  'bove  you  all  triumphant  fhe  fhall  reign  § 

By  God  himfelf  are  her  foundations  laid,  15 

And  he'll  uphold  her  with  his  mighty  aid. 

6  Who  o'er  th'  extended  world  will  not  aver, 
Who  will  not  boaft,  that  he  belongs  to  her  ? 

7  Thy  wond'rous  beauties  fhall  attune  the  lyre  j 

Thy  glories  fhall  the  raptur'd  voice  infpire  j  20 

If 


94  PSALM      lxxxviii. 

If  aught  befitting  thee  can  fill  my  tongue, 
Thee  will  I  make  my  conftant,  only  fong  ; 
If  e'er  my  foul  conceives  a  lofty  lay, 
Thy  fame,  dear  city,  mall  my  verfe  difplay. 

PSALM      LXXXT1IL 

i  (~>k  THOU,  on  whofe  bleft  mercy  I  rely, 
\J  Humbly  to  thee,  by  day,  by  night,  I  cry ; 

2  Turn  not,  indulgent  God,  thy  face  away, 
But  gracious  hear,  when  in  diftrefs  I  pray ; 

3  Immers'd  my  anguifh'd  foul  in  dreadful  woe,  5 
E'en  now  fhe's  finking  to  the  depths  below  ; 

4  Languid  my  limbs,  my  ftrength,  my  vigour  fled, 
Soon,  foon  ihall  I  be  number'd  with  the  dead ; 

5  Like  his  pale  carcafe  mould'ring  in  the  grave, 

Whofe  life  thy  fov'reign  juftice  wou'd  not  fave ;  10 

In  youth's  full  bloom  who  by  the  jav'lin  dies, 
Clos'd  in  a  dread  eternal  fleep  his  eyes  ; 

6  In  death's  low  dungeon  thus  confin'd,  mall  I, 
Wrapt  in  amazing,  difmal  darknefs,  lie. 

7  Still  thy  afRiclive  hand  does  prefs  me  fore,  i$ 
And  all  thy  threat'ning  florms  around  me  roar  ; 

8  Far  from  my  prefence  fly  my  wonted  friends ; 
Me  in  my  fad  diftrefs  not  one  attends ; 
Shock'd  at  my  wretched  fate,  they  hafte  away, 

And  leave  me  to  my  killing  griefs  a  prey.  20 

9  Mean  while,  mine  eyes,  my  hands,  I  lift  to  thee* 
And  in  deep  anguifh  plead  thy  clemency. 

;io  Wilt  thou  thy  wonders  to  the  dead  difplay, 
Or  can  the  dead  their  adoration  pay  ? 

1 1  Shall  the  drear  tomb  thy  glorious  mercy  mew  ?  25 
The  gloomy  grave  thy  gracious  goodnefs  know  ? 

1 2  Shall  dreadful  filence  celebrate  thy  pow'r  ? 
Shall  everlafting  night  thy  truth  adore  ? 

1 3  Conftant  to  thee  I've  cried,  all-clement  Lord, 

Conftant  thy  faving  mercy  I've  implor'd.  ^o 

14  Ah  !  why  doft  thou  thy  pow'rful  aid  forbear  ? 
Ah !  why  regardlefs  hear  my  urgent  pray'r  ? 

1 5  E'en  from  my  tender  years  I've  known  my  grief, 
Nor  from  thy  terrors  have  I  found  relief ; 

1 6  Thy  terrors  that  diftracl  my  heart  with  fear,  35 
Thy  terrors  that  reduce  me  to  defpair  ; 

1 7  Thy  dreadful  terrors  that  my  foul  furround, 
Like  rain  that  deluges  the  fertile  ground. 

fcelplefs 


PSALM      lxxxix.  95 

1 8  Helplefs  I  lie,  deferted  by  my  friends ; 

No  kind  companion  his  afliitance  lends  ;  40 

Left  in  my  forrows  to  myfelf  alone, 

Heaves  my  griev'd  heart,  and  piteoufly  I  moan. 

PSALM      LXXXIX. 

1  *  I  \  H  E  glorious  fubjett  of  my  tuneful  fong 

X      Be  thou,  O  God— —to  thee  my  ftrains  belong. 
While  lafts  the  fun,  while  times  to  times  fucceed, 
Thy  goodnefs  in  my  numbers  fhall  be  read. 

2  For  fure  the  orbs  in  yon  etherial  plain  5 
To  their  primoeval  nought  return  again, 

Ere  thou  the  wonders  of  thy  mercy  ceafe, 
Or  'gainft  thy  facred  covenant  tranfgrefs. 

3  Thy  facred  covenant  with  David  made, 

4  That,  while  yon  lights  the  fields  of  air  pervade,  1  o 
While  ftands  this  folid  earth  upon  her  bafe, 

While  knows  old  ocean  his  appointed  fpace, 

His  progeny  fhall  fit  upon  the  throne, 

And  IfraePs  faithful  tribes  their  rule  fhall  own.' 

5  Thee,  great  Jebonmb,  thee  the  heav'nly  hoft  1 5 
Adore,  and  make  thy  mighty  works  their  boafl ; 

Thy  truth  the  righteous  make  their  conflant  theme^ 
Sing  all  thy  mercies,  and  extol  thy  name.  0 

6  With  thee  compar'd,  O  Lord,  how  meanly  ihew 

The  thrones  above,  the  fceptred  kings  below  ?  zo 

7  Th'  etherial  myriads  tremble  at  thy  nod  ; 
Fear  earth's  imperious  lords  th'  Almighty  God, 

8  Dread  God  of  battles,  who  is  like  to  thee  ?, 
Who  mates  thy  pow'r,  thy  truth,  thy  majefty  ? 

9  Thou  rein'ft  the  fury  of  the  fwelling  main,  25 
And  doll  the  madnefs  of  her  waves  reflrain  ; 

I  o  Th'  Egyptian  tyrant  felt  thy  vengeful  hand  j 
Feel  all,  who  dare  thy  fov'reign  rule  withfland  : 

Thine  are  the  bright  celeftial  worlds  above 

Thine  is  the  earth by  thy  command  they  move ;  30 

Earth's  varied  bleflings  to  thy  love  we  owe ; 
From  thee,  Creator-Lord,  from  thee  they  flow. 

1 2  Thee  the  rude  north y  and  rainy  -fonth,  obey, 
And  where  the  fun  begins,  where  ends  the  day, 
Blefl  Tabor  feated  in  the  glowing  weft,  3  5 

Bright  Herman,  gladden'd  by  the  beamy  eaft, 

i  3  Strong  is  thy  arm,  refiftlefs  is  thy  hand  j 

14  Nigh  to  thy  throne  bright  truth,  item  juftice,  ftand ; 

Full 


g6  P    S    A    L    M      lxxxix. 

Full  in  thy  view  fweet  clemency  appears, 

Bleft  attribute  !  that  calms  our  pious  fears.  40 

1 5  Thrice  happy  they,  that  hear  thy  gracious  call, 

Flock  to  thy  fane,  and  'fore  thy  altar  fall ! 

On  them  with  kindlieft  ray  thy  light  fhall  fhine  ; 
x6  Daily  they  feel  the  joys  of  love  divine  ; 

Rais'd  by  thy  goodnefs  to  the  higheft  blifs,  ac 

1 7  Pow'r,  empire,  glory,  fhall  they  long  pofTefs  ; 

1 8  Their  ftrong  fupport,  their  mighty  leader  thou, 
They  gain  a  glorious  conqueft  o'er  the  foe. 

1 9  His  facred  prophet  hear,  ye  fons  of  men ; 

By  him  th'  Almighty  fpeaks,  nor  fpeaks  in  vain :  50 

"  David,  my  fervant,  from  his  low  eftate, 

"  I've  rais'd,  and  plac'd  him  on  the  royal  feat ; 

"  With  kingly  majefty  I've  him  array'd, 

"  And  fprinkled  with  my  facred  oils  his  head. 

2a   "  To  him  I'll  ftrength  and  nervous  force  impart,  55 

"  And  with  firm  courage  fortify  his  heart ; 

22  "  Brave,  he  fhall  fcorn  the  foe's  proud  menaces, 

"  Nor  villain-fchemes  fhall  have  'gainft  him  fuccefs : 

24  "  True  to  my  word,  affiftance  I'll  fupply, 

"  And  'bove  the  clouds  will  raife  his  glofy  high.  6c 

25  "  E'en  from  the  fea  the  nations  he  fhall  fway, 
"  To  where  Euphrates  rolls  his  rapid  way  : 

26  "  Me  his  fupport,  his  father  he  fhall  call, 

"  To  me,  as  to  his  God,  fhall  proflrate  fall : 

27  "  Him  with  peculiar  honour  I  will  grace,  65 
"  As  loves  the  ure  the  firft-born  of  his  race  ; 

'*  'Bove  other  potentates  I'll  raife  his  name, 
"  And  fet  him  foremoft  in  the  lifts  of  fame. 

28  "  Nor  to  the  prefent  is  my  love  confin'd, 

"  Nor  to  himfelf  alone  the  fanclions  bind  ;  70 

29  u  I'll  to  his  progeny  the  throne  fecure, 

"  And,  long  as  beams  the  fun,  fhall  laft  their  powV ; 

30  "  But,  if  his  children  from  my  flatutes  ftray, 

3 1  "  Spurn  at  my  laws,  and  not  my  will  obey, 

32  "  Soon  for  the  vile  tranfgremon  they  fhall  fmart,  75 
"  And  foon  I'll  punifh  their  rebellious  heart. 

33"  Yet  fhan't  my  mercy  my  own  Da<vid  leave  ; 
"  My  covenant  I  made  not,  to  deceive ; 

34  "  Faithful  and  firm,  I'll  to  my  word  remain  ; 

"  What  once  I've  faid,  fhall  man  oppofe  in  vain.  80 

35  "  And  by  my  holy  felf  to  him  I  fwore, 

*  (And  ne'er  fhall  he  my  broken  oath  deplore) 

«  Till 


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97 


36  u  Till  dies  the  world,  till  time  no  more  runs  on, 
"  His  bleft  pofterity  mail  fill  the  throne  ; 

37  "  To  this  be  wknefs,  all  ye  lights  above  ;  85 
"  When  fails  his  race,  no  more  your  orbits  move." 

38  Thy  gracious  promife  this— —-but  now,  alas  I 
From  thy  anointed  thou  haft  hid  thy  face ; 

39  Thy  covenant  forgot,  and  now  caft  down, 

For  hoftile  feet  to  trample  on,  his  crown.  9Q 

40  His  cities  thou'ft  laid  open  to  the  foe  ; 

Their  walls  difmantled,  and  their  tow'rs  brought  low. 

41  We're  fall'n  a  prey  to  all  the  nations  round ; 
With  their  infulting  taunts  our  fouls  they  wound ; 

42  Supported  by  thy  hand,  victorious  they  95 
Highly  exult,  and  with  fuccefs  are  gay. 

43  Edgelefs  our  fwords,  we  vainly  dare  the  field, 
Are  foon  defeated,  and  with  fhame  we  yield ; 

44  Our  pride,  our  glory,  in  the  dull  are  laid, 

And  dreadful  dreary  darknefs  fhades  our  head  1  1 00 

45  In  vile  dimonour,  in  diftrefs  we  lie, 
Few  are  our  days,  and  immature  we  die. 

46  How  long,  O  Lord,  will  laft  thy  dreadful  ire  ? 
Shall  burn  thy  fury  like  confuming  fire  ? 

47  Remember,  Lord;  how  ftiort  the  life  of  man ;  1 05 
Surely  thou'ft  not  created  us  in  vain ! 

48  But  a  few  days  we  breathe  the  vital  air, 
And  thofe  few  days  are  clouded  all  with  care, 
From  death's  dire  call  not  one  his  ftul  can  fave, 

And  foon  we're  mouhTring  in  the  gloomy  grave.  no 

49  Where  are  thy  wonted  tender  mercies  flown ; 
When  firft  thou  fet'ft  thy  David  on  a  throne  ? 

50  O  view  the  killing  fcorn,  the  fore  diftrefs, 
Wherewith  our  impious  foes  thy  tribes  diftrefs  ; 

Their  {hocking  infults  in  my  breaft  I  bear,  1 1 5 

While  they  their  horrid  blafphemies  declare  ; 

5 1  With  infolent  derifion  while  they  fay, 

"  He'll  come your  promis'd  king await  the  day 

"  Your  Chriji  will  come  (they  cry)  the  prince  of  peace, 

"  And  then,  belike,  your  miferies  will  ceafe  !"  120 

52  But  let  them  fneer to  their  confufion,  they 

Shall  feel  his  terrors  at  th'  appointed  day ; 

Our  Chriji  will  come thy  judgments  he'll  proclaim, 

And  all  the  earth  ihall  tremble  at  thy  name. 

O  PSALM 


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PSALM      XC. 

1  ALMIGHTY  Lord,  e'er  fince  the  world  began, 
jf"\    Great  hath  been  thy  beneficence  to  man  j 

E'er  fince  this  earth  firft  run  her  annual  round, 
In  thee  her  thanklefs  Tons  defence  have  found. 

2  Still  thou'rt  the  fame,  and  ever  waft  the  fame,  t 
Ere  yet  the  world  aifum'd  this  beauteous  frame, 

Ere  yet  the  high,  the  lofty  hills  appear'd ; 

Ere  yet  the  glad'ning  day  gay  mortals  chear'd ; 

Ere  fpread  dun  night  her  horrors  all  abroad, 

Thou  art  the  fame,  the  everlafting  God.  ic 

3  But  thou  haft  giv'n  ihort  fpace  to  man  on  earth  ; 
Soon  fleet  the  winged  minutes  from  his  birth 

To  that  dark  hour,  when  all  his  fchemes  are  vain, 
And  to  his  parent-duft  he  goes  again. 

4  'Fore  thee  glide  fwift  a  thoufand  years  away  ;  j^ 
To  thee  they  feem  a  fleeting  winter's  day  ; 

Sudden  they  pafs,  and  ftrait  no  more  are  feen, 
And  leave  no  trace,  to  tell  us,  they  have  been. 

5  They  roll  impetuous  like  a  rapid  ftream  ; 

Infenfibly  they  leave  us  like  a  dream  ;  2G 

Well  to  the  grafs  we  may  our  lives  compare  ; 

6  The  grafs  that  looks  at  morn  fo  freih,  fo  fair, 
That  with  it's  verdant  fpires  enchants  the  fight, 
But  hangs  the  head,  and  withers  ere  'tis  night. 

7  Yet  not  with  life's  ihort  period  we're  diftreft,  25 
As  when  thy  dreadful  anger  ftrikes  the  breaft ; 

8  For  whate'er  errors  in  our  bofoms  roll, 
Whate'er  bafe  pafhons  hold  in  chains  the  foul, 
Howe'er  conceal'd,  or  kept  from  open  day, 

Does  thy  all-feeing  eye,  O  God,  furvey  ;  30 

9  And  while  thy  vengeance  ftrikes  us  with  defpair, 
Swifter  than  thought,  life  vaniihes  to  air. 

10  For  fev'nty  years  while  goes  his  rounds  the  fun, 
To  man  'tis  giv'n  his  ftated  courfe  to  run  ; 

Haply  his  ftrength  holds  cut  ten  winters  more ;  35 

But  then  all  folid  joys  of  life  are  o'er  ; 
On  feeble  age  unnumber'd  cares  attend, 
Unnumber'd  griefs  that  but  with  life  fhall  end  ; 

1 1  And,  if  our  God  ftricl  juftice  fhou'd  demand, 

Ah  !  who  can  bear  his  dread  avenging  hand  ?  40 

12  Teach  us  our  fhort-liv'd  period  to  difcern, 

That  we  the  road,  to  heav'n,  to^blifsj  may  learn  -, 

Benign. 


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99 


1 3  Benign  O  hear  us,  and  thine  anger  ceafe  ; 
Return,  O  Lord,  and  calm  our  fouls  to  peace. 

14  O  let  thy  mercy  fill  our  hearts  with  joy,  4^ 
That  our  remaining  hours  we  may  employ 

1 5  In  peaceful  fcenes,  devoid  of  griefs,  of  fears, 
Free  from  the  mis'ries  of  our  former  years. 

1 6  Thy  glorious  works,  the  wonders  of  thy  powV, 

Shew  to  thy  fervants,  that  they  may  adore  j  .50 

And,  that  their  off-fpring  may  thy  laws  obey, 
Thy  great,  thy  awful  attributes,  difplay. 

1 7  And  let,  O  God,  thy  clemency  divine 
With  happy  influence  on  thy  chofen  mine, 

That  ev'ry  action  of  our  life  may  prove,  55 

Thy  grace  directs  us,  profpers  us  thy  love. 

P     S     A     L     M       XCL 

1  '  §  s  O  heav'n  who  trulls  his  fortunes  and  his  life, 

A      Tho'  rage  around  contention,  broil  and  ftrife  ; 
Tho'  wild  uproar  and  dire  confufibn  fway, 
His  God  will  be  his  firm  fupport  and  ftay. 

2  Thou  then  bad  fate  and  her  a-ffaults  defy  ;  5 
Thou  to  thy  God  for  fafe  protection  fly  j 

Call  him  thy  refuge,  on  his  pow'r  depend, 
And  he  will  ever,  ever  be  thy  friend. 

3  From  dark  deiigns  of  crafty  men  he'll  free, 

From  all  their  toils  will  give  thee  liberty  ;  1 0 

In  fatal  times,  when  rage  difeafes  round, 

Thy  great  preferver  he  will  Hill  be  found. 
4.  O'er  thee  his  fhelt'ring  wings  mall  he  expand  ; 

Firm,  firm  beneath  almighty  care  thou'lt  Hand  ; 

Nor  ever  to  thy  adverfe  fortunes  yield,  1 5 

The  God  of  battles,  thy  defence  and  fhield. 
5  Secure  he'll  guide  theeln  the  gloomy  night, 

From  dangers  fafe,  as  in  the  mid-day-light ; 

Secure  he'll  lead  thee  in  the  open  day, 

Nor  foes,  nor  wars,  nor  terrors,  fliautlifmay.  20 

7  In  battle  tho'  ten  thoufand  round  thee  fall, 
Thy  guarded  heart  no  perils  (hall  appall. 

8  Mean  while  with  joy  the  wicked  thou  malt  view 
Sink  in  the  mis'ries  that  their  crimes  purfue. 

9  For  heav'n's  high  God  thy  refuge  thou  haft  made,  25 
And  on  his  mercy  haft  relied  for  aid ; 

10  Therefore  thy  dwelling  hears  no  big  alarm  ; 
No  fad  mifchance  thy  peaceful  foul  fhall  harm  : 

O  2  And 


loo  P    S    A    L    M      xcii. 

1 1  And  to  his  angels  he  has  giv'n  command, 

To  watch  thy  fteps,  to  guide  thee  by  the  hand ; 
O'er  wilds,  o'er  cliffs,  o'er  defarts,  thee  to  lead, 
That,  free  from  bruifes,  thou  fecure  may'ft  tread  : 

1 3  That  thou  not  fear,  whene'er  thou  pafs  the  brake, 
The  crefted  bafilifk  or  fcaly  fnake  ; 

That  thou  undaunted  may 'ft  the  tiger  meet, 
And  crufh  the  lordly  lion  with  thy  feet. 

14  For  fays  th'  almighty  Lord,  "  'Caufe  me  he  loves, 
«'  My  name  adores,  and  my  dread  law  approves, 
"  His  foul  I'll  guard,  and  foon  exalt  him  high  ; 

15  "  To  me,  his  God,  he  in  diftrefs  mail  cry  ; 

"  Him  ftrait  I'll  hear,  from  all  his  terrors  free, 
"  And  raife  him  to  imperial  dignity  ; 

16  "  A  length  of  days  upon  him  mall  attend, 

"  And  joys  immortal,  joys  that  ne'er  fhall  end." 

PSALM      XCII. 

1  IT  7  H  A  T  nobler  fubjeft  can  the  foul  employ, 

VV     When  feels  the  pious  heart  fublimer  joy, 
Than  when  the  praifes  of  her  God  fhe  fings, 
And  chants  the  glories  of  the  king  of  kings  ? 

2  At  night  his  truth,  his  honour  to  difplay, 
His  clemency,  his  mercies  in  the  day  ? 

3  Whether  the  lofty  theme  the  voice  infpire, 
Whether  it  tunes  the  pfaltery  and  the  lyre. 

4  When  my  wrapt  foul  thy  wonders  meditate, 
What  namelefs  tranfports  o'er  my  heart  dilate  ? 

5  Thy  glorious  wonders  !  far  beyond  the  ken 
Of  earth's  untoward  fons,  of  impious  men  ; 

7  Of  men,  the  fhort-liv'd  fjiadows  of  a  day, 
Who,  like  the  blooming  grafs,  awhile  look  gay ; 
And,  like  the  grafs,  that  fades,  that  withers  foon, 
Lofe  quick  their  ftrength,  their  beauty,  and  are  gone. 

8  While  permanent  thy  glory,  Lord  moll:  high, 
To  endlefs  time  mines  forth  thy  majefty. 

9  What  dreadful  fate  attends  thy  ftubborn  foes  ? 
What  fearful  perils  !  O  what  countlefs  woes  ! 

10  Difpers'd,  they  fall ;  while  health,  while  vigour's  mine, 
And  thy  bleft  ointments  on  my  temples  mine  : 

!  1   While  my  glad  eyes  with  ceafelefs  tranfport  view 
Inevitable  death  their  fteps  purfue  ; 

While,  to  my  foul's  defire,  their  fate  ihe  hears^ 

The  welcome  tidings  fill  my  ravifh'd  ears. 


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12  As  high  in  Lebanon  the  cedar  grows, 

As  fpreads  th'  afpiring  palm  her  lofty  boughs, 

13  The  righteous  flourim  long deep-rooted,  they, 

Within  thy  courts,  look  ever  green  and  gay  j  30 

1 4  Loaded  with  fruits,  yet  conftantly  in  bloom, 
No  frofts  mail  nip  them,  and  no  blafts  confume. 

1 5  This  folemn  truth  that  all  the  earth  may  know, 
Our  God  is  never  to  the  good  a  foe ; 

Injuftice  hates,  and  equity  approves,  £5 

And  humble  innocence  protects  and  loves, 

PSALM      XCIII. 

1  f  ■'*  H E  mighty  Lord,  the  great  Jehovah  reigns  3 

I      Who  form'd  the  worlds,  and  ftill  the  worlds  fuftains ; 
The  Lord,  who  gives  to  humble  worth  his  aid, 
Girded  with  ftrength,  in  majefty  array 'd. 

2  Firm  and  unmoveable  his  awful  throne,  5 
His  pow'r  no  flux,  no  change  of  time  has  known. 

3  Let  the  wild  ltormy  fea  tumultuous  roar, 
And  threaten  with  her  turbid  waves  the  ihore  3 
He  ftays  her  mad'ning  fury  at  his  will ; 

Aw'd  by  his  dread  beheft,  her  waves  are  ftill.  10 

5  What  once  our  God  ordains,  is  firm  and  fure  ; 
What  he  once  bids,  for  ever  mall  endure  ; 
Long  as  this  folid  world  fhall  ftand,  O  Lord, 
Shall  laft  the  folemn  dictates  of  thy  word. 

PSALM      XCIV. 

1  A^lOME  forth,  O  thou,  whofe  dread  avenging  arm 
\^  Strikes  impious  guilt  with  horror  and  alarm ; 

2  Come  forth,  proclaim  thy  judgments  all  aloud, 
Thy  dire  inflidions  on  the  haughty  proud. 

3  How  long  fhall  they,  who  have  thy  laws  abhorr'd,  £ 
J^oaft  in  their  ftiocking  crimes  ? how  long,  O  Lord  ? 

4  Elated  with  their  guilt,  how  long  look  high, 
And  'gainft  thine  honour  vent  their  blafphemy  ? 

5  With  dreadful  woes  thy  people  they  opprefs, 

They  load  them  with  the  moft  fevere  diflrefs.  10 

6  They  the  'lorn  widow  and  the  orphan  flay, 
They  wait  t'  enfnare  the  trav'ller  in  his  way  5 

7  And  yet  they  boaft,  their  crimes  thou  wilt  not  fee. 
That  right  and  wrong  are  all  the  fame  to  thee, 

At 


102  P    S    A    L    M      xcv. 

8  At  length,  ye  liftlefs  wretches,  ope  your  eyes,  15 
Ere  'tis  too  late,  learn  knowledge,  and  be  wife. 

9  Blind  does  the  God,  that  form'd  the  eye,  appear, 
And  deaf  the  fov'reign  Lord  that  fram'd  the  ear  ? 

I  o  Who  leads  his  fervants  in  the  perfecl  way, 

Shall  he  not  puniih  them  that  difobey  ?  20 

I I  Alas  !  he  knows  the  inmoft  thoughts  of  men, 
Vain  all  your  hopes,  and  all  your  counfels  vain. 

1 2  Thrice  happy  they,  who  feel  the  chaft'ning  God, 
Who  learn  from  him,  of  life,  of  blifs,  the  road  ! 

1 3  In  adverfe  times  their  fainting  fouls  he'll  fave ;  25 
While  drop  the  wicked  in  the  gaping  grave. 

1 4  For  he'll  not  call  his  heritage  away, 

Nor  leave  them  to  their  foes  a  guardlefs  prey ; 

15  He'll  fix  ftern  juftice  on  her  awful  feat, 

And  all  his  fervants  to  her  throne  direct.  30 

1 6  With  me  againft  the  wicked  who  will  rife  ? 
Who  'gainft  oppreflion  kind  relief  fupplies  ? 

17  In  the  drear  tomb  I'd  long  agone  been  laid, 
Had  not  th'  Almighty  haften'd  to  my  aid. 

18  Vainly  againfl  the  danger  I  had  ftrove,  35 
If  not  fupported  by  his  pow'rful  love. 

1 9  'Twas  he  gave  folace  in  my  deep  diftrefs, 
And  calm'd  the  cares  that  did  my  foul  deprefs. 

2.0  "  Will  heav'n  (I  faid)  with  vile  opprerTors  join, 

"  Who  'gainft  the  guiltlefs  craftily  combine  ;  40 

u  Their  crimes  who  cover  witlra  fair  pretence, 
"  And  aim  to  fhed  the  blood  of  innocence  ?" 

22  But  me,  O  fov'reign  ruler,  thou'lt  defend, 

My  rock  thou  art,  thy  pow'rful  aid  thou'lt  fend  ; 

23  By  their  own  arts  the  wicked  thou'lt  confume,  45 
Their  own  bafe  fchemes  mall  bring  them  to  the  tomb. 

PSALM       XCV. 

1  A    PPROACH,  ye  tribes ;  with  one  according  voice 
Jr\,    Sing  to  your  God,  and  in  his  name  rejoice  ; 

2  Your  faviour  he  ;  let  gratitude  infpire 

The  fong  harmonious  ;  join  with  it  the  lyre. 

3  He's  Lord  fupreme,  the  world's  dread  governor,  5 
Nor  mate  with  him  the  other  gods  in  pow'r. 

4  His  hand  fupports  our  earth  upon  her  bafe ; 

From  him  the  cloud-topp'd  mountains  hold  their  place ; 

5  Within  his  depths  old  ocean  he  reftrains, 

And  his  dread  hand  form'd  hills  and  lawns  and  plains.        10 

With 


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6  With  bended  knee  'fore  your  creator  fall, 
With  hands  uplifted  on  Jehovah  call ; 

7  He  is  our  God  ;  we  in  his  paftures  rove, 
And  long  fhall  we  enjoy  almighty  love, 

8  If  we  the  dictates  of  his  law  obey,  1^ 
Nor  from  his  facred  ftatutes  wilful  ftray  : 

Stray,  like  our  fathers  in  the  days  of  yore, 
When  they  Arabia*  defarts-  wander'd  o'er,   , 
When,  tho'  by  conftant  miracles  he  prov'd 
His  boundlefs  pow'r,  ftill  were  their  hearts  unmov'd ;  29 

Still  by  their  murmurs  they  provok'd  his  wrath, 
And  tempted  him  to  punifh  them  with  death* 
1  o  For  forty  years  he  their  impatience  bore  ; 
At  length  his  mercy  wou'd  forgive  no  more  ; 
"  Diftra&ed  fure  (he  faid)  thefe  people  are ;  2£ 

"  Their  God  they  know  not by  myfelf  I  fwear, 

"  That  they  the  promis'd  land  fhall  ne'er  enjoy, 
"  But  in  thefe  wild  and  defart  plains  fhall  die.'' 

PSALM      XCVL 

1  T  N  loftieft  ftrains  our  fov'reign  Lord  adore, 
X    In  ftrains,  ye  fons  of  men,  untun'd  before  ; 

2  Sing,  fing  his  name  ;  with  praife  approach  his  throne, 
And  let  his  pow'r  in  joyous  hymns  be  fhewn : 

3  His  glory  to  the  nations  round  declare,  5 
His  mighty  works  let  all  the  people  hear : 

4  Great  is  our  God,  and  highly  to  be  prais'd, 

Far  'bove  the  gods  that  human  pride  hath  rais'd  j 

5  Gods  that  to  human  madnefs  ow'd  their  birth ; 

6  While  form'd  Jehovah  heav'ns  and  feas  and  earth.  10 
'Fore  him  authority  and  pow'r  appear  ; 

Beauty  and  ftrength  in  his  bright  prefence  are. 

7  Ye  nations  all  that  by  his  goodnefs  live, 
The  honour  due  unto  the  Godhead  give  ; 

8  Grateful,  his  great  unfathom'd  glory  fing,  15 
And  to  his  facred  courts  your  victims  bring. 

9  In  feftal  pomp  his  hallow'd  dome  draw  near, 
And  hail  his  name  with  reverential  fear. 

I  o  Say  to  the  heathen,  that  our  Lord  is  God, 

That  worlds  are  govern'd  by  his  awful  nod  ;  20 

To  him  that  earth  her  firm  foundation  owes, 
And  that  he  rules  by  equitable  laws. 

II  Rejoice,  ye  heav'ns thou  earth,  exult  with  joy = 

Thou  air,  thou  fea— -be  this  the  glad  employ 

Of 


i©4  P    S    J    I    M      xcvtt. 

Of  all  that  breathe  in  earth,  in  fea,  in  air 2$ 

1 2  Their  joyous  tranfports  let  the  fields  declare, 

Smile,  {mile,  ye  woods ;  let  flow'rs,  let  fruits  around 
Adorn  your  boughs ;  let  verdure  cloath  the  ground ; 

j  3  Be  gay,  all  nature,  for  he  comes,  he  comes ; 

The  judge,  th'  impartial  judge,  he  now  afTumes;  30 

He  comes  the  righteous  from  their  foes  to  free, 
He  comes  to  rule  the  world  with  equity. 

PSALM      XCVIL 

1  A\  U  R  fov'reign  Lord  has  univerfal  fway ; 
\J    Let  earth,  let  all  her  ifles,  their  joy  difplay s 

2  All,  all  their  great  almighty  ruler  own, 

On  truth,  on  juftice,  who  has  fix'd  his  throne : 

His  face  a  thick  tremendous  darknefs  fhrouds,  $ 

His  throne  fupported  by  impervious  clouds : 

3  Confuming  fire  his  prefence  goes  before, 
Whofe  flames  his  haplefs  enemies  devour. 

4  With  his  red  forky  lightning  tether  glares  ; 

Stunn'd  earth  beholds ;  me  trembles  and  me  fears :  10 

5  At  his  appearance,  ftruck  with  dread  difmay, 
The  lofty  mountains  melt,  like  wax,  away  ; 

6  His  righteous  juftice  heav'ns  above  declare ; 
The  nations  view  his  glory,  and  revere. 

7  All  they,  who,  loft  in  dull  ftupidity,  15 
To  fenfelefs  gods  of  brafs  have  bow'd  the  knee, 

Shall  meet  confufion ;  nay ;  the  gods  ador'd 
Shall  own  almighty  pow'r,  and  blefs  the  Lord. 

8  And  when  dark  errors  clouds  difperfe  away, 

Shall  Sio?z  at  the  bleft  event  be  gay ;  20 

When  thou  the  fons  of  wickednefs  deftroy, 
Shall  Judab's  faithful  daughters  fing  for  joy ; 
o  Far  high  above  all  heav'ns  art  thou,  O  Lord, 
Far  higher  than  the  fancied  gods  ador'd. 

10  Therefore  who  truly  love,  who  rev'rence  thee,  25 
Shall  keep  their  hearts  from  impious  folly  free ; 

For  to  the  good  thou  art  a  conftant  friend, 
And  wilt  their  lives  from  ev'ry  fnare  defend ; 

1 1  Thou  on  the  righteous  beam'ft  a  glorious  light; 

Beam'ft  heav'nly  joy  on  all  that  walk  aright ;  go 

1 2  Ye  happy  fouls,  that  tread  the  perfect  way, 
In  your  good  God  your  confidence  difplay ; 
Grateful,  in  loud  harmonious  anthems,  fxng 
The  mighty  God,  the  univerfal  king* 

PSALM 


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PSALM      XCVIII. 

1  f  I  *  H  E  Lord  Jehovah  fin'g  ;  in  nobleft  lays 

The  wond'rous  afts  of  your  creator  praife ; 
For  why  !  a  glorious  conquefi:  he  has  gain'd 
By  his  ftrong  arm  and  by  his  mighty  hand  : 

2  The  nations  all  have  felt  his  dreadful  pow'r,  5 
The  wicked  joy,  the  righteous  grieve,  no  more. 

3  To  IfraeVs  tribes  has  he  perform'd  his  word ; 
Th'  aftoniih'd  heathen  faw  it,  and  ador'd. 

4  Join  then,  all  lands,  in  anthems  to  his  name ; 

Sing,  ling  our  glorious  God  with  loud  acclaim  :  20 

5  The  lute,  the  pfaltery,  in  his  praife  employ, 

6  And  let  the  clarion  join  the  gen'ral  joy. 

7  Rejoice,  thou  fea,  and  all  that  in  thee  rove  j 
Rejoice,  thou  earth,  and  all  that  in  thee  move  : 

8  Exult  with  gladnefs,  all  ye  ftreaming  floods ;  15 
Exult  with  gladnefs,  hills  and  lawns  and  woods. 

9  For  lo  !  he  comes  the  righteous  to  reward ; 
The  righteous  ever  have  his  juft  regard  ,• 
For  lo  !  he  comes  his  judgments  to  reveal, 

And  foon  the  wicked  {hall  his  vengeance  feel,  zO 

PSALM      XCIX. 

1  Ty  E I G  N  S  great  Jehovah ;  let  the  people  fear ; 

J\.    Bright  cherubs  guard  his  throne ;  thou  earth,  revere : 

2  Nor  yet  to  Sion  is  his  pow'r  confm'd ; 
Worlds  feel  the  influence  of  almighty  mind. 

3  His  great  tremendous  name  they  therefore  praife,  5 

4  The  God  with  mercy  and  with  truth,  who  fways ; 
Whofe  mercy  itrikes  with  love,  whofe  pow'r  with  awe, 
Who  gives  his  favour'd  tribes  his  perfect  law  : 

5  Let  all  his  dread  omnipotence  extol, 

And  'fore  his  footftool  reverently  fall.  19 

6  When  Mofes  and  the  holy  Aaron  pray'd, 
When  faithful  Samuel,  he  lent  his  aid, 

His  wond'rous  goodnefs  to  them,  gracious,  ihew'd, 
And  pointed  to  immortal  blifs  the  road  : 

7  From  out  the  cloudy  pillar  fpoke  benign,  1^ 
(O  bleft  refult  of  clemency  divine  !) 

'Caufe,  faithful,  they  his  fov'reign  will  obey'd, 
Nor  from  the  facred  law  he  gave  them,  ftray'd. 

8  Yes  j  thou,  benignant  father,  deign'dft  to  hear, 

And,  to  the  obdurate  iinner  thq'  fevere,  20 

P  Indulgent 


io6  P    S    A    L    M      c,    ci. 

Indulgent  ftill  thine  anfwers  didft  thou  give, 
And  bad'ft  the  faithful  in  thy  light  to  live. 
9  For  this,  ye  righteous  fouls,  with  joint  accord, 
Shout  forth  the  praifes  of  your  mighty  Lord, 
And,  'caufe  his  glory  there  delights  to  dwell,  25 

Fall  proilrate  'fore  him  on  his  holy  hill. 

PSALM      C. 

1  T7  E  nations  all,  howe'er  -difpers'd  abroad, 

j[      With  voice  united  fing  the  living  God ; 
z  With  foul  fincere  his  ftatutes  all  obey, 

And  in  glad  anthems  his  bright  pow'r  difplay. 

3  Our  father,  he he  gave  to  nature  birth,  $ 

'Twas  he  that  form'd  us  of  the  quicken'd  earth ; 
And  ftill  he  (hews  his  kind  paternal  care, 
And  feeds  us  fweetly  in  his  paftures  fair. 

4  Therefore  with  joy  let  us  his  gate  attend, 
And  in  his  courts  with  grateful  praifes  bend,  10 
Own  him  our  great  creator  and  our  king, 
And  hymns  harmonious  to  his  glory  fing. 

5  For  ever  gracious,  ever  good,  hell  prove  ; 
Unbounded  his  beneficence  and  love  ; 

Firm  is  his  truth,  inviolate  his  word J  5 

To  endlefs  time  protects  the  juft  our  Lord. 

PSALM      CI. 

i  ^"\F  mercy,  Lord,  of  judgment,  I  will  fing, 
V/    Thy  juftice  and  thy  truth,  eternal  king; 

2  This  will  I  make  my  firm,  my  conftant  rule, 
Still  to  improve  in  wifdom's  facred  fchool, 
Still  on  thy  kind  protection  to  depend,  5 
To  keep  my  hands  ftill  clean,  my  heart  unftain'd. 

3  The  ways  of  wickednefs  I'll  fcorn  to  view  j 
The  road  thy  law  directs  me,  I'll  purfue ; 
The  wily  arts  of  fraudful  men  I'll  hate, 
Of  men  who  by  oppreflion  wou'd  be  great.  1 5 

4  Far  from  my  focial  hours  the  froward  be  ; 
The  villain-herd  (hall  ne'er  converfe  with  me  ; 

5  By  me  the  private  fland'rer  be  abhorr'd, 
The  cruel  wretch  that  murders  with  a  word  ; 
The  haughty  proud,  whofe  empty  hearts  are  vain,  15 
Whofe  looks  are  loftv,  I  alike  difdain  ; 

While 


PSALM      cul  ro? 

6  While  men  of  open  true  iimplicky 

Shall  to  my  converfe  and  my  board  be  free ; 

While  men,  who  hate  oppreflion,  fraud  and  wrong, 

Shall  have  my  favour,  and  mail  ferve  me  long.  2© 

7  A  vaunt,  ye  wicked,  that  deceive  and  lie, 
You're  odious  to  my  thought my  prefen.ce  fly ; 

8  Yes  ;  all  ye  impious,  haften  quick,  away ; 
Sure  is  my  wrath,  nor  fhall  I  long  delay ; 

Of  all  your  guilt  the  city  I  will  clear  ;  2j 

Perdition  waits  you,  and  your  fate  is  near. 

PSALM      C1I. 

1  ~\/TY  pleading  cries,  eternal  father,  hear, 
J.VJL   O  lift,  while  I  pour  forth  my  mournful  pray'r, 

2  Nor  from  my  griefs  avert  thy  pitying  eye  ; 
For  deeply  I'm  o'erwhelnTd  in  mifery  ; 

IncefTant  woes  my  anguifh'd  foul  invade  ;  5 

Propitious  hear,  and  grant  a  fpeedy  aid. 

3  Like  fmoak,  like  vapours,  pafs  my  hours  away ; 
Griefs,  like  flow  fires,  upon  my  vitals  prey  ; 

4  Like  wither'd  grafs  my  fmitten  heart  is  grown, 

Like  grafs  that's  wither'd  by  the  fcorching  fun ;  I  o 

Faft  down  my  cheeks  the  fcalding  tenrs  have  flow'd, 
So  that  I've  now  no  relifh  for  my  food  j 

5  My  conftant  groans  my  body  fo  confume, 
That  foon  my  ihrivePd  corps  will  fill  the  tomb.. 

6  Juft  like  the  pelican  that  roves  the  wilds ;  t£ 
Like  the  lone  owl  that  in  the  defart  builds, 

Like  the  complaining  dove  that  mourns  her  mate, 
Conftant  I  wail,  and  brood  upon  my  fate.    ' 

8  The  bitter  infults  of  my  foes  I  bear, 

While  ftill  they  bafely  feek  my  life  t'  enfnare.  20 

9  Tears  make  my  drink,  and  aihes  are  my  bread, 

I  o  'Caufe  threats  thy  fury  my  devoted  head  ; 

'Caufe,  when  from  nought  thou  once  hadft  rais'd  me  high, 
Plung'd  by  thy  hand  in  deepeft  woe  I  lie. 

I I  Like  a  mere  fhadow  fleets  my  life  away,  25 
And  my  whole  fyftem  feels  a  fwift  decay. 

1 2  But  thou,  O  Lord,  for  ever  art  the  fame, 
And  all  our  after-race  fhall  hymn  thy  name  j 

1 3  Rife  then,  bleft  father  ;  bid  thy  love  return  ; 

No  more  let  Sion  thy  dread  fury  mourn  -3  30 

Rife,  and  thy  wonted  clemency  refume, 
For  fure  thy  promis'd  time  to  aid.  is  come, 

P  2  See, 


io8  PSALM      cm, 

1 4  See,  how  all  they,  who  love  thy  facred  law, 
And  hail  thy  name  with  reverential  awe, 

Her  fhatter'd  walls,  her  broken  tow'rs  regret,  3  5 

And  weep  in  pious  tears  her  mournful  fate. 

1 5  Soon  mail  the  heathen  realms  thy  pow'r  proclaim, 
Soon  earth's  proud  monarchs  fear  thy  facred  name ; 

1 6  When  thou  her  ancient  glory  malt  reftore  ; 

When  lhe  fhall  wail  thy  heavy  wrath  no  morej  40 

1 7  When  thou  thy  mournful  fupplicants  malt  hear, 
And  not,  all-clement  God,  rejecl  their  pray'r. 

1 8  This  in  eternal  tablets  fhall  be  writ, 

That  times  to  come  thy  pow'r  may  not  forget ; 

That  people  yet  unborn  may  give  thee  praife,  45 

And  fing  thy  glory  in  immortal  lays  j 

1 9  Gracious  'caufe  thou  from  thy  etherial  throne 
Didfl  with  an  eye  of  love  on  man  look  down, 

20  The  fighs,  the  groans,  of  captive  fouls  didft  hear, 

And  freed'ft  the  death-devoted  prifoner  :  50 

2 1  That  Stones  hill  thy  glory  might  refound, 
And  Salem  fing  thy  name  to  realms  around, 

22  While  diftant  nations  croud  thy  facred  dome, 
And  fov'reign  princes  with  their  victims  come. 

23  Tho',  while  my  race  I  run,  my  ftrength  decays,  55, 
Tho'  thou  depriv'it.  my  life  of  half  it's  days  $ 

24  To  thee,  O  God,  ftill  fervently  I'll  pray ; 
O  take  me  not  in  my  mid-age  away  ; 
To  everlafting  time  extend  thy  years  j 

25  Thy  pow'r  eternal  in  thy  works  appears,  60 
This  earth,  that  fprung  from  nought  at  thy  command, 

Yon  heav'ns,  the  bright  creation  of  thy  hand. 

26  They  all  fhall  die,  and,  like  a  worn-out  veft, 
Grow  worfe  by  age,  while  thou'lt  for  ever  laft  ; 

Great  change,  great  alteration,  mall  they  feel,  65 

27  While  thou,  great  God,  within  thyfelf  dofl  dwell, 
Eternally  the  fame  j  and  doll  difplay 

Thy  pow'r  to-day to-morrow yefrerday. 

28  Nay  ;  e'en  the  faithful  race,  that  worfhip  thee, 

Have  their  bleft  fhare  in  thy  eternity ;  70 

Tho'  born  in  time,  tho'  creatures  of  thy  hand, 
Immortal  are  their  fouls,  and  have  no  end. 


PSALM      C1II. 


B 


E  God  of  my  harmonious  fong  the  theme ; 
His  pow'r  my  ev'ry  faculty  proclaim  \ 

And 


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2  And  thou,  my  foul,  his  gracious  works  repeat^ 
And  not  his  great  beneficence  forget. 

3  'Tis  he,  that  all  thy  various  crimes,  forgives  j  ? 
He  diflipates  thy  pain  when  ficknefs  grieves  j 

4  With  new-born  vigour  fortifies  my  mind, 
My  life  enlarges,  and  is  ever  kind. 

5  From  him  each  unexpected  bleffing  flows, 

His  goodnefs  'bove  my  warmeil  wiih  bellows  °,  10 

Renews  my  youth,  that,  like  the  eagle,  ftrongj 
That  fkims  the  azure  plains,  I'm  ever  young. 

6  Juft  his  award when  impious  men  opprefs, 

To  him  the  injur'd  'plain,  and  meet  redrefs. 

7  He  the  meek  Mojes  taught  his  law  divine,  1  $ 
T'  inflrucl:  therein  his  Ifraels  favour'd  line. 

8  Gracious  is  he,  and  conflantly  he  gives, 
Slow  is  his  wrath  ;  his  mercy  ever  lives ; 

9  And,  if  awhile  our  fins  his  anger  raife, 

Soon  he  the  fury  of  his  wrath  allays.  20 

i  o  Great  tho'  our  crimes,  tho'  daily  we  offend, 
Mild  are  his  punilhments,  and  foon  they  end. 

1 1  Farther  than  heav'n  is  from  this  earthly  fphere, 
His  goodnefs  beams  on  all  his  name  revere  : 

1 2  Wider  than  eaft  from  weft  (fo  much  he  loves  25 
The  foul  repentant)  he  our  crimes  removes. 

1 3  As  when  a  dear-lov'd  child  in  duty  fails, 
In  the  fond  fire  parental  love  prevails ; 
So,  when  offend  the  fervants  he  has  chofe, 

From  our  good  God  forgiving  mercy  flows .  30 

i  4  For  well  he  knows  the  weaknefs  of  our  frame? 
Well  he  remembers  that  from  dull  we  came ; 

15  As  the  green  grafs,  that  for  awhile  looks  gay, 
Then  withers  foon,  fo  pafles  man  away  ; 

1 6  Or  like  a  blooming  flow'r,  whofe  lovely  pride  35 
Is  by  a  cruel  fouthern  blafl  deflroy'd. 

17  But  to  the  righteous  fouls,  their  God  that  fear, 
.And  to  their  race,  while  they  his  will  revere  j 

His  juflice  and  his  mercy  ever  lives, 

His  juflice  fhields  them,  and  his  love  forgiv.es  :  40 

5  8  Keep  they  his  flatutes,  and  his  laws  obey, 
His  goodnefs  to  them  conftant  he'll  difplay. 

1 9  High  in  yon  flarry  heav'ns  he  'as  fix'd  his  throne, 
And  o'er  th'  extended  earth  reigns  Lord  alone. 

20  Ye  mining  feraphs,  ye  celeltial  bands,  4- 
That-hear  his  voice,  and  do  his  dread  command  ; 

Ye 


no  PSALM      civ. 

Ye  bright  angelic  hofts,  that  round  him  dwell, 

In  dignity,  in  beauty,  who  excell ; 

And  all  ye  wond'rous  works  that  fpeak  his  pow'r, 

In  hymns  of  harmony  his  name  adore ;  r© 

And  thou,  my  foul,  thou  in  the  praife  accord  ; 

Blefs,  blefs  for  ever  the  almighty  Lord. 

PSALM      CW. 

1  ^  I  *HE  nobleft  fubjeft  fwells  my  lofty  lay, 

JL      The  Lord  Jehovah I  his  pow'r  difplay  ; 

The  Lord  Jehovah,  great  creator God, 

Who  darts  his  dazzling  glories  all  abroad  ; 

2  Who's  in  tremendous  majefty  array'd,  £ 
With  beamy  light,  as  with  a  garment,  clad  : 

3  Who,  like  a  curtain,  fpreads  th'  etherial  plains^ 
In  yon  wide  arch  fufpends  his  fleecy  rains, 

By  winds  fupported,  makes  the  clouds  his  car, 

And  rides  triumphant  in  the  ambient  air.  i© 

4  Around  him  wait  his  bright  angelic  train, 
Ready  to  bear  his  dread  behefts  to  man  $ 
Unbodied  forms  and  elTences  divine 

That  fleet  like  tether,  and  like  fire  that  mine. 

5  Firm  on  her  bafe  the  folid  earth  he  plac'd,  \  c 
And  'gainft  th'  aflaults  of  time  fecur'd  her  fait  j 

6  The  earth  he  cover'd  with  a  watery  flood ; 
High  'bove  the  loftiefl  hills  the  furges  flood ; 

7  But  in  tremendous  thunder  when  he  fpoke, 

Soon  they  fubfided  at  his  item  rebuke  ;  so 

8  The  hills  they  leave,  and  feek  the  level  plain, 
And  to  their  wonted  depths  return  amain. 

9  The  bounds  permitted  them  to  pafs  no  more ; 
No  more  they  on  the  delug'd  mountains  roar. 

10  A  long  the  vales,  amid  the  tow'ring  hills,  25 
In  fweet  meanders  flow  the  bubling  rills  ; 

1 1  Whence  the  wild  bellials  of  the  wildernefs, 
And  the  rejoicing  flocks,  their  thirft  appeafe. 

X  2  All  on  their  margin,  the  aerial  choir, 

Whofe  guilelefs  loves  their  {lender  throats  infpire,  30 

Perch  on  the  trees,  and  with  their  tuneful  lay 
Ravifh  the  plains,  and  cheat  the  ling'ring  day. 

13  Down  from  his  ftores  he  fends  his  fruitful  rains ; 
Feel  their  glad  influence  ftrait  the  meads,  the  plains ; 

All  earth  is  ftrait  with  flowVs,  with  herbage  gay  j  3  5 

1 4  Rejoices  man ;  the  herds  in  rapture  plav  i 

The 


P    S    A    L    M      civ, 


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The  lovely  profpecl:  fills  the  heart  with  joy  ; 

15  But  what  tranlporting  ftrains  our  tongues  employ, 
When  the  fmooth  oils  around  our  temples  fhine, 

When  high-enraptur'd  with  the  racy  wine  ;  40 

When,  by  the  bounty  of  our  maker,  fed, 

New  ftrength,  new  vigour,  is  fupplied  by  bread  ? 

1 6  Nor  lefs  from  him  each  vegetable  tribe 

Their  fap  receive th'  erdiv'ning  juice  imbibe 

i  7  The  tow'ring  cedars  where  the  eagles  build,  45 

The  firs  that  to  the  ftorks  fit  refuge  yield ! 

1 8  The  wanton  goats  along  the  mountains  rove ; 
While  the  rough  craggy  cliff  the  coneys  love. 

1 9  He  gives  her  ftated  feafons  to  the  moon ; 

He  guides  in  his  appointed  courfe  the  fun  1  50 

20  His  is  the  night ;  he  bids  the  darknefs  reign ; 
'Tis  then  the  howling  beftials  range  the  plain ; 
Their  haunts  they  leave,  and  by  fell  hunger  led, 
Fall  on  the  flocks,  and  fill  the  fwains  with  dread, 

21  Then  the  young  lion  with  his  hideous  roar  55 
Roams  all  abroad,  the  fatlings  to  devour ; 

To  heav'n  he  roars,  and  while  he  prowls  for  food, 
Owns,  that  his  fole  dependence  is  on  God. 

22  But  foon  as  e'er,  with  his  reviving  ray, 

Comes  forth  the  joyous  fun,  to  gild  the  day,  60 

The  beftial-tribes  all  to  their  dens  retreat, 
33  And  his  alternate  labours  man  await  j 

The  live-long  day  in  conftant  toil  he  fpends, 
Till  kind  indulgent  night  his  travail  ends. 

24  Thy  works,  O  God,  difplay  thy  pow'r  divine  ;  65 
Thy  glorious  works  proclaim,  that  wifdom's  thine ; 

Nor  earth  alone  thy  mighty  gifts  can  boaft ; 

25  The  fea  furvey'd,  in  wonder  we  are  loft. 
Such  countlefs  millions  of  the  finny  train, 

That  roam  exulting  o'er  her  glafiy  plain  ;  70 

Their  different  dimenfions  who  can  trace  ? 
The  varied  beauties  of  the  fmaller  race  5 

26  Th'  enormous  monfters,  that  with  dreadful  pride 
Sport  in  the  waves  along  the  veffel's  fide  ; 

But  moft,  that  dread,  that  huge  leviathan >  75 

The  proud  imperious  tyrant  of  the  main, 
Who  on  her  furface  infolently  plays, 
And  fills  th'  admiring  eye  with  wild  amaze. 
17  O  gracious  God,  all,  all  in  fea,  on  land, 

Receive  their  portion  from  thy  mighty  hand  j  8-3> 

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P    S    A    L    M 


All,  all  the  bleflings  of  thy  bounty  (hare, 
And  all  employ  thy  providential  care. 

28  Thou  giv'ft,  they  gather,  their  refpeclive  food  ; 
Thine  hand  thou  open'ft,  and  they're  fill'd  with  good. 

29  /Vnd,  when  thy  glad'ning  prefence  is  withdrawn,  85 
The  lofs  of  thy  beneficence  they  mourn ; 

Thou  at  thy  pleafure  tak'ft  their  breath  away ; 
They  die,  and  ftrait  return  to  native  clay. 

30  Yet  not  without  inhabitants  the  earth  ; 

Thy  quick'ning  fpirit  gives  new  forms  a  birth ;  90 

A  new  creation  fprings ;  their  Hated  place 
They  hold,  and  run  fucceffively  their  race. 

31  Our  God  with  glory  mall  for  ever  reign, 

And  will  with  joy  his  wond'rous  works  fuftain; 

32  Struck  with  his  prefence,  quakes  the  earth  with  fear ;         95 
Mov'd  at  his  dread  rebuke  the  hills  appear ; 

See,  from  the  hills  in  curling  ftreams  arife 
The  circling  fmoak,  and  darken  all  the  fkies. 
3  3  For  me,  while  breath  infpires  this  vital  frame, 

The  glories.of  my  God  mail  be  my  theme ;  100 

34  With  joy  fmcere  his  praifes  I  will  fing, 
And  to  his  honour'd  name  attune  the  firing, 

35  While  impious  men  by  his  refentment  fall, 
And  direful  woes  their  guilty  hearts  appall, 

The  great  creator  fhall  my  foul  infpire,  ,105 

Shall  fill  my  tongue,  and  animate  my  lyre. 

P    S    A    L    M      CF. 

i  O  IN G  to  the  Lord ;  invoke  his  facred  name ; 
O   His  glorious  afts  to  all  the  earth  proclaim  ; 

2  Our  dread  Jehovah  claims  your  nobleft  lays  ; 
Loud  let  th'  exulting  tribes  chant  forth  his  praife. 

3  Let  his  great  name  employ  the  grateful  voice ;  c; 
Let  all,  that  love  his  name,  fincere  rejoice  : 

4  With  firmeft  heart  on  his  bleft  pow'r  rely ; 
His  prefence  afk 'twill  ev'ry  want  fupply. 

5  Refle£t  the  works  of  his  almighty  hand, 

Th'  obfervance  that  his  facred  laws  command.  ,        10 

6  To  you,  bleft  Abrharns  race,  I  fpeak  alone, 
To  you  whom  he  hath  deign'd  to  call  his  own. 

7  He  is  our  king,  e'en  he  th'  almighty  God  ; 
Who  to  th'  aftonifh'd  earth  his  truth  hath  fhew'd, 

8  Firm  to  his  covenant  he  'as  long  remain'd,  1  <; 
Which  for  a  thoufand  ages  he  ordain'd ; 

'       ,  Which 


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9  Which  he  with  Abrham  made  in  days  of  yore, 

To  which  with  Ifaac  folemnly  he  fwore, 
i  o  Which  Jacob  heard  confirm'd,  and  which  mall  blefs, 

Inviolate,  to  endlefs  time,  his  race.  20 

11  <'  To  thee  (he  faid)  rich  Canaan 's  lands  I'll  give, 
"  Thou  in  her  fertile  plains  malt  ever  live :"' 

12  E'en  then,  when  yet  they  were  but  ftrangers  there, 
And  weak  their  pow'r,  and  few  their  numbers  were  °, 

13  When  they,  as  heav'n  ordain'd,  poor  wand'rers,  rov'd       25 
From  place  to  place,  and  had  no  fix'd  abode. 

1 4  Yet  them  in  peace  his  goodnefs  ftill  maintain'd ; 
The  cruel  rage  of  threat'ning  kings  reilrain'd, 

15  And  bad  them  not  thofe  favour'd  tribes  opprefs, 

Whom  with  peculiar  love  he  chofe  to  blefs.  30 

1 6  When  a  dire  famine  fore  diftreft  the  land, 
And  fcarce  th'  enfeebled  nations  life  fuftain'd, 

1 7  Fair  Rackets  favour'd  fon  he  fent,  a  flave, 
To  thofe  glad  lands,  Nile  9  fertile  waters  lave. 

18  There  long  in  prifon,  long  in  chains,  he  lay,  35 
'Til  heav'n  it's  mercy  to  him  did  difplay, 

1 9  Dreams  to  interpret,  gave  the  wond'rous  pow'r, 
And  taught,  the  fcheme  of  providence  t'  explore. 

20  This  heard  the  king ;  he  fet  the  pris'ner  free, 

'Twas  Egypt's  monarch  gave  him  liberty.  4» 

2  I  He  made  a  bond-flave  ruler  o'er  his  land  ; 
O'er  all  the  palace  his  was  the  command  ; 

22  That  next  in  honour  to  his  prince  he  flood, 
While  all  the  nobles  with  obeifance  bow'd. 

23  'Twas  then  that  Ifr  as  I  into  Egypt  came,  4£ 
And  fojourn'd  in  the  fruitful  plains  of  Ham : 

24  Our  God  his  people  'bove  the  natives  bleft ; 
That  foon  in  pow'r,  in  numbers,  they  increas'd. 

25  This  faw  th'  Egyptian  monarch  with  regret, 

And  ftrait  fell  on  the  favour'd  tribes  his  hate  :  50 

26  Long  fuifer'd  they,  when  their  almighty  friend 
Did  numble  Mofes  to  their  fuccour  fend. 

zj  Aaron  and  he  by  their  dread  wonders  prove, 
That  they  had  their  commiffion  from  above. 

28  Nature  obeys,  at  once,  their  great  command ;  5  J 
A  gloomy  darknefs  fhrouds  th'  aftonifh'd  land  ; 

29  Their  ftreams  polluted,  flow  with  fetid  gore, 
And  all  their  nfti  lie  dead  upon  the  more  : 

go  Not  now  the  foil  it's  glad'ning'produce  yields, 

But  frovs  infeft  their  palaces  and  fields.  "60 

Q.  to' 


U4  P    S    A    L    M      cvi. 

3 1  In  fwarms  unnumber'd  rang'd  the  noifome  flies, 
And  all  their  coafts  are  cover'd  o'er  with  lice. 

32  The  kindly  rains  enrich  their  glebe  no  more, 
But  ftorms  of  hail  and  flame  around  them  pour. 

33  Their  vines  no  more  the  chearful  juice  fupply,  65 
And  trees,  fruits,  flow'rs,  in  one  wild  ruin  lie. 

34  In  flights  the  locufts  and  the  beetles  come, 

And,  what  the  hail  hath  left  them,  they  confume  ; 
So  that  not  food  for  fuftenance  remains, 
.   But  one  wild  defolation  fills  the  plains.  70 

36  Nay  ;  more  t1  enhance  their  fatal  miferies, 

The  favour'd  fon,  the  dear-lov'd  firft  born,  dies. 

37  At  laft  the  humbled  tyrant  lets  us  go  ; 
A  joy  fincere  his  ruin'd  people  fhew  ; 

While  we  depart,  of  countlefs  wealth  poncft,  75 

With  nervous  ftrength,  with  fprightly  vigour,  bleft. 

39  By  a  dun  cloud  he  leads  us  in  the  day ; 
By  night  a  glitt'ring  ihine  dire£ls  our  way  : 

40  We  afk,  and  ftrait  we're  fed  with  bread  from  heav'n  ; 

We  afk,  and  birds  of  richeft  tafte  are  giv'n.  80 

41  The  rock  he  fmote,  and  ftrait  the  waters  came, 
Free  as  a  riv'let,  gufh'd  the  flaking  ftream. 

42  For  he  his  faithful  Abrham  not  forgot, 
Nor  wou'd  he  bring  his  promifes  to  nought ; 

43  His  gracious  goodnefs  pointed  them  the  road ;  85 
With  joy  they  follow'd  their  directing  God. 

44  The  heathen  s  lands  he  gave  them  to  poflefs  ; 
And  all  the  produce  of  their  toils  in  peace  ; 

45  That  they  his  holy  Itatutes  might  obey, 

And  never  from  his  dread  commandments  ftray.  90 

PSALM       CV1. 

1  "fT/ITH:  thankful  hymns  addrefs  the  mighty  Lord ; 

VV     With  fongs  of  joy  be  heavVs  high  king  ador'd  ; 
For  his  beneficence  to  all  extends  ; 
His  great,  his  glorious  mercy  never  ends. 

2  His  wond'rous  acts  what  eloquence  difplays  ?  £ 
What  tongue  can  utter  all  his  pow'r,  his  praife  ? 

3  Thrice  happy  they,  that  will  his  law  obferve, 
That  love  his  law,  nor  from  it's  dictates  fwerve  ! 

4  Me  with  that  gracious  mercy  view,  O  God, 

Which  to  thy  chofen  thou  haft  conftant  fhew'd ;  10 

Look  on  me  ftill  with  an  indulgent  eye, 

5  That  I  thy  people's  bleffings  may  enjoy, 

May 


F    S    A    I    M      cvk  125 

May  long  in  their  felicity  rejoice, 

And  to  thy  glory  tune  my  grateful  voice. 

6  Stiff  and  rebellious,  like  our  fires,  we  prove,  1 5 
And  pay  with  bafe  ingratitude  thy  love, 

Plunge  into  horrid  mifchiefs,  and  forget 
How  vaft  thy  pow'r,  thy  clemency  how  great ; 

7  So  they,  from  hard,  from  cruel  bondage  freed, 

Them  to  the  fea  when  humble  Mofes  led,  20 

Reflected  not  the  wonders  of  thy  hand, 
Thy  miracles  in  Egypt's  idol-land  ; 
But,  obftinately  blind,  in  murmurs  rofe 
Againft  the  leader  heav'n  himfelf  had  chofe. 

8  Yet  his  refentment  ftill  our  God  forbore ;  25 
That  all  might  know  and  tremble  at  his  pow'r  ; 

9  He  his  dread  mandate  to  the  waters  gave  ; 
They  heard,  and  ftrait  fubfided  ev'ry  wave  ; 
Erect,  they  rofe he  fpoke,  and  they  obey'd 

By  his  directing  hand  his  people  led,  30 

10  Pafs  o'er  fecure,  and  gain  the  farther  ihore, 
And  foon  the  rageful  tyrant  fear  no  more'. 

1 1  For,  as  the  hoftile  bands,  refolv'd,  purfue, 
The  waves  returning  on  their  ranks  they  view  ; 

Whelm'd  in  the  deep,  they  die not  one  remains ; 35 

1 2  But  oh !  amid  the  tribes  what  tranfport  reigns  ? 
How  do  they  now  believe  ?  and  how  they  praife 
Their  great  Protector- God  in  thankful  lays  ? 

1 3  But  all  their  dangers,  all  their  fears  remov'd, 

Again  rebellious  to  this  God  they  prov'd  ;  40 

Soon  his  fcupendous  miracles  forgot, 

Nor  on  his  pow'r,  nor  on  his  mercies  thought. 

14  Urg'd  by  their  lulls,  their  murmurs  foon  they  breathe, 
Make  infolent  demands,  and  raife  his  wrath. 

1 5  Their  infolent  demands  they  {trait  obtain'd  ;  45 
Down  from  high  heav'n  the  feather'd  food  he  rain'd  ; 

But  while  the  cates  the  greedy  tribes  devour, 
Adown  their  throats  they  fure  perdition  pour ; 

They  eat  and  die provok'd,  their  angry  God 

With  fatal  fury,  with  dread  vengeance  glow'd.  50 

16  But  nought,  when  men  are  wilful  in  offence. 
Avails  or  vengeance  or  beneficence  ; 
Enflam'd  with  envy,  ftill  their  murmurs  rofe, 
And  Mofes  and  his  brother  they  oppofe. 

17  Their  impious  crimes  dire  punifliments  await ;  55 
Her  jaws  earth  opens,  and  devours  them  ftrait ; 

Q^2  Confuming 


u6  P    S    A    L    M      cvi. 

1 8  Confuming  fire  pours  fudden  from  the  fky, 
And  all  th'  abettors  and  their  race  deftroy. 

19  Still  they're  perverfe  ;  they  now  their  Lord  forfake, 
On  Horeh\  mount  an  imag'd  calf  they  make ;  60 
Tore  this  they  fall,  and  adoration  pay  ; 
Abfurd  refemblance  of  what  feeds  on  hay  \ 

21  Ingrate  !  their  great  redeemer  to  forget, 
How  he  fecur'd  from  bondage  their  retreat ; 

22  What  gracious  mercies  to  them  he  had  (hewn,  65 
What  glorious  wonders  he  had  for  them  done. 

23  'Twas  then  his  dire  refentment  'gainft  them  rag'd, 
Which  had  the  faithful  Mofes  not  afluag'd, 
Had  he  not  Hood  between  their  God  and  them, 
Extinct  had  been  their  race,  and  loft  their  name.  70 

24.  Sure  now  their  harder.'d  hearts  were  ftruck  with  dread  j 
Sure  now  with  eafe  they  by  their  chief  were  led  ? 
Ah  no  f  by  punifhment  they're  yet  unaw'd, 
Again  they  murmur,  and  diftruft  their  God. 
Againft  their  leader  and  their  God  they  rife  ;  75 

Swift  o'er  the  camp  the  winged  tumult  flies  ; 
The  joyous  feats  he  promis'd  them,  they  fcorn, 
And  to  his  mercies  make  a  bafe  return. 

26  Th'  All-high,  provok'd,  rais'd  then  his  mighty  hand, 
Refolv'd  to  flay  them  in  that  defart  land ;  So 

27  To  leave  them  to  the  nations  round  a  prey, 
Deftroy  their  race,  and  fcatter  them  away. 

28  Still  obftinate,  again  they  left  their  Lord, 
And  i?Ws  imag'd  deity  ador'd  ; 

To  him  their  victims  and  oblations  paid,  85 

And  bow'd  before  a  mortal  god  for  aid. 

29  Jehovah,  angry  at  this  new  oifence, 
Sent  on  his  tribes  a  deadly  peftilence ; 
In  BaaPs  aid  but  poor  relief  they  found  ; 
Death,  clad  in  all  his  horrors  ftalk'd  around  ;  90 

30  When  Phinehas  with  divine  refentment  glow'd, 
And  due  regard  for  heav'n's  high  honour  fhew'd  ; 
The  madnefs  of  the  wretched  croud  reftrain'd, 
And  a  full  refpite  from  their  miferies  gain'd  : 
No  more  th'  infection  on  their  vitals  prey'd,  95 
But  by  his  ftrenuous  arm  the  plague  was  ftay'd. 

31  For  this  has  he  acquir'd  a  deathlefs  name, 
And,  long  as  lafts  this  earth,  fhall  live  his  fame. 

32  And,  Mcrihahy  their  guilt  thy  waters  faw, 
When  dill  the  All-high's  dread  anger  cou'd  not  awe  100 

Their 


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Their  adamantine  hearts ;  when  ftill  they  ftiew'd 
Their  bafe  dillruft  in  their  almighty  God. 
'Twas  then,  O  Mofes,  that  thy  meeknefs  fail'd  s 
Their  conllant  murmurs  o'er  thy  foul  prevail'd ; 
Their  bafe  reproaches  rais'd  thy  wrath  too  high,  1 05 

And  on  this  fide  of  Jordan  muft  thou  die. 
3  4  But  fure,  when  of  the  promis'd  land  poffeft, 
When  with  the  fruitful  fields  of  Canaan  bleft, 
Their  God  they  worfhipp'd  and  his  will  obey'd, 
And  never  from  the  law  he  gave  them  ftray'd  \  no 

Ah  !  ftill  his  dread  behefts  they  durfl  withftand, 
And  not  deftroy'd  the  natives  of  the  land  : 

35  But,  to  their  bafe  idolatries  inclin'd, 

36  Soon  in  their  impious  rites  with  them  they  join'd  j 

Of  fancied  deities  they  fought  th'  abodes,  1 1 5 

And  offer'd  human  victims  to  their  gods  : 

37  Nay;  their  own  infants  (horrid  is  the  thought)  ! 
Unnatural  parents  to  their  demons  brought ; 
Around  their  altars  ftream'd  the  vital  flood, 

And  all  the  facred  land's  diftain'd  with  blood.  1 20 

39  Thus  they  the  aid  of  fancied  gods  implor'd ; 
Thus  they  the  works  of  their  own  hands  ador'd. 

40  Therefore  the  Lord  with  dreadful  fury  burn'd ; 
Juftly  the  people  he  had  chofe,  he  fcorn'd  ;    . 

41  He  to  the  nations  gave  them  up  a  prey,  125 
And  they  their  moil  invet'rate  foes  obey. 

42  Their  lordly  foes  with  infolence  opprefs, 
And  load  them  with  the  moil  fevere  diilrefs. 

43  And  yet,  if  e'er  their  gracious  God  reliev'd, 

Still  their  obdurate  hearts  his  fpirit  griev'd  ;  .130 

Still  to  their  wonted  crimes  wou'd  they  return, 
His  name  reject,  and  at  his  ilatutes  fpurn. 

44  Yet  ftill  his  mercy  and  his  goodnefs  Avay'd ; 
Oft  he  reliev'd  them,  when  they  fought  his  aid  ; 

45  Oft  mindful  of  his  covenant  he  prov'd,  13^ 
Forgave  their  crimes,  and  all  their  woes  remov'd. 

46  And,  when  for  their  impieties  brought  low, 
They  bore  th'  oppreftions  of  the  haughty  foe, 
With  foft  companion  he  the  conqu'ror  ftruck, 

That  ftill  more  mild,  more  gentle,  was  the  yoke.  1 40 

47  O  fov'reign  Lord,  thy  favour'd  tribes  defend  ; 
Still  'gainft  the  hsaihen  be  our  pow'rful  friend  ; 
That  we  thy  wond'rous  glory  may  proclaim, 
And  fing  in  grateful  hymns  thy  holy  name  : 

That 


tiS  PSALM      cvn. 

48  That  lfratTs  race  may  IfraeTs  God  extol,  145 

And,  while  this  earth  mail  live,  on  thee  may  call ; 
Thy  powV,  thy  might,  thy  majefty,  may  fing, 
And  hail  their  gracious  God,  their  heav'nly  king. 

PSALM      CVIl. 

1  T^OR  ever  lafts  the  mercy  of  the  Lord  ; 
JP     His  name  in  pious  anthems  be  ador'd  ; 

2  Yes ;  praife  him,  all,  who  from  th'  oppreffor's  chain 
Have  afk'd  redemption,  and  not  afk'd  in  vain. 

Whom,  when  with  cruel  hate  their  foes  diftreft,  c 

His  gracious  goodnefs  wich  deliv'rance  bleft. 

3  From  all  the  various  corners  of  the  earth 
With  his  directing  hand  he  led  them  forth ; 

4  Long  in  the  lonely  defart  did  they  roam, 

Nor  knew  the  path  to  their  appointed  home  ;  10 

•  5  Fainting  with  thirft,  quite  deftitute  of  food, 
What  complicated  woes  their  fteps  purfued  ? 
The  defart  wilds  no  kind  repaft  fupplied  ; 
To  flake  their  thirft,  the  cooling  ftream  denied. 

6  'Twas  in  this  fore  diftreft  to  heav'n  they  pray'd,  15 
And  heav'n  in  mercy  haften'd  to  their  aid  ; 

7  Led  them  the  way  to  opulence  and  peace, 
And  gave  them  lands  and  cities  to  poflefs. 

8  Then  let  them  fing  their  good,  their  gracious  God, 

And  publifh  his  beneficence  abroad  :  20 

9  For  food  he  gives,  and  all  our  griefs  controuls, 
Strengthens  our  limbs,  and  fatisfies  our  fouls. 

10  Who,  vain,  rejected  dread  Jeho<vah\  law, 
Nor  heard  his  word  with  reverential  awe, 

1 1  When  in  the  confines  of  the  grave  they  lay,  25 
O'erwhelm'd  in  darknefs,  funk  in  dire  difmay ; 

12  When  ills  inceifant  wrung  their  hearts  with  pain, 
And  death  came  ftalking  with  his  meagre  train ; 

1 3  In  their  diftrefs  to  heav'n  they  earnelt  pray'd, 

And  heav'n  in  mercy  haften'd  to  their  aid ;  30 

1 4  Bad  all  the  terrors  of  their  fouls  to  ceafe, 
Broke  off  their  fetters,  and  reftor'd  their  peace. 

15  Then  let  them  fing  their  good,  their  gracious  God, 
And  publifh  his  beneficence  abroad  ; 

16  He  to  the  captive  liberty  enfures,  35 
Unbinds  his  chains,  and  breaks  the  prifon-doors. 

17  By  lures  of  fenfe  when  men  are  led  aftray, 
And  the  foul  dictates  of  their  luft  obey, 

They 


PSALM      cvik  119 

They  feel  tli'  inflictions  of  his  heavy  wrath  ; 

Some  dire  diftemper  draws  them  nigh  to  death  :  40 

They  relifh  now  their  luxuries  no  more  j 

And  loath  the  dear-bought  cates  they  priz'd  before. 

19  But  if  in  their  diftrefs  to  heav'n  they  pray, 
His  mercy  drives  the  foul  difeafe  away, 

20  Heals  all  their  pains,  bids  new-born  vigour  rife,  45 
And  firms  their  fouls the  dreaded  fpectre  flies, 

21  Let  fuch  fmg  then  the  goodnefs  of  their  God, 
And  publifh  his  beneficence  abroad  j 

22  With  victims  croud  his  facred  courts,  and  flng 

Glad  hymns  of  praife  to  their  all-clement  king,  5^ 

23  Who  plough  the  furface  of  the  raging  main, 
And  dare  the  fury  of  her  waves  for  gain, 

24  To  them  his  dread  tremendous  works  appear ; 
They  view  his  wonders  in  the  deep  with  fear. 

25  At  his  command  the  ftormy  winds  arife,  |j 
And  raife  her  foamy  billows  to  the  fkies  : 

26  High  as  the  heav'ns  his  waves  old  ocean  rears  ; 

Aloft  they  mount,  and  feem  to  threat  the  ftars  ;  * 

Then  fudden  to  the  depths  below  fubfide, 

And  in  the  horrible  abyfs  are  hid.  6o 

27  What  terrors  then  the  mariners  a/Tail, 

What  killing  fears  o'er  their  fad  hearts  prevail, 
When,  like  a  wretch  o'erpower'd  with  wine,  they  reel, 
And  the  toft  veffel  mocks  the  mailer's  fkill  ? 

28  But,  if  to  heav'n  in  their  diftrefs  they  pray,  65 
He  drives  their  dangers  and  their  fears  away, 

29  Calls  off  his  winds,  and  ftrait  allays  the  ftorm; 
Still  are  th'  obedient  waves ;  the  fea  grows  calm  ; 

30  The  mariners  rejoice,  their  terrors  o'er, 

And  the  torn  bark  feuds  fwiftly  to  the  more.  70 

3 1  Let  fuch  fing  then  their  good,  their  gracious  God, 
And  publiih  his  beneficence  abroad. 

32  Yes;  all  ye  people,  all,  his  pow'r  proclaim., 
And  in  the  great  affemblies  hail  his  name  ; 

33  'Tis  he  forbids  the  flood  t'  enrich  the  lands,  ^ 
And  turns  the  living  fprings  to  barren  fands ; 

34  'Tis  he,  when  rages  wickednefs  around, 
Curfes  with  quick  fterility  the  ground  ; 

35  He  too  the  defart  wilds  with  water  fills, 

And  blefies  thirfty  foils  with  fruitful  rills  5  So 

No  more  their  wonted  barrennefs  they  mourn, 
But  foon  look  gay  with  herbage,  fruits  and  corn, 

Thefc 


120  P    S    A    L    M      cviu. 

36  Thefe  to  induftrious  poverty  he  gives ; 
The  colony,  by  him  fupported,  thrives ; 

Their  wives,  their  infants,  ftrong-built  towns  defend  ;        8c 

37  Their  tilth  with  joy  the  painful  farmers  tend  ; 
They  fow  the  grain,  they  plant  the  fruitful  vine, 
That  foon  repays  their  toil  with  gen'rous  wine. 

38  Their  God  looks  o'er  them  with  protectful  eye, 

Hears  all  their  pray'rs,  does  ev'ry  want  fupply  ;  go 

With  a  fair  off-fpring  crowns  their  chafte  embrace, 
And  gives  of  cattle  the  defir'd  increafe. 

39  But,  when,  elated  with  their  profp'rous  fate, 
The  mercies  of  the  donor  they  forget, 

They  heav'ns  beneficence  no  more  engage,  95 

But  feel  the  fury  of  almighty  rage  : 

40  He  gives  them  up  to  tyranny  a  prey, 

They  foon  fome  proud  imperious  prince  obey ; 

Their  prince  and  they  are  equally  a  fcorn 

To  realms  around,  and  their  contempt  they  mourn  ;  1 00 

Stript  of  their  wealth,  they  roam  wild  defarts  o'er, 

Where  human  feet  have  never  trod  before. 

41  Yet  ftill  the  humble  and  the  modeft  mind 
A  fure  protection  in  his  love  fhall  find ; 

Secure  from  ills,  by  him  they're  fet  on  high,  1 05 

Rewarded  with  a  num'rous  progeny. 

42  This  view  the  righteous,  and  fincere  rejoice, 
And  to  his  glory  tune  the  grateful  voice  j 
While  impious  finners  fullenly  repine, 

And  mock  in  gloomy  filence  truth  divine.  3 1 0 

43  Whoe'er  is  wife,  and  on  the  bleft  effects 
Of  heav'n's  high  juftice  ferioufly  reflects, 

Will  know,  and  own,  that  mercy,  truth  and  love, 
Pertain  to  him  alone,  who  rules  above. 

PSALM       CV11T. 

1  TT^IX'D  is  my  heart  j  my  heart's  refolv'd,  O  God, 
X}     To  fpread  thy  glory,  and  thy  praife  abroad  ; 

2  Awake,  my  lyre my  pfaltery my  voice 

At  early  dawn  I'll  in  my  God  rejoice  ; 

3  My  fong  of  thee  the  nations  round  mail  hear,  r, 
And,  with  the  theme  tranfported,  thee  revere. 

4  For  to  yon  tracklefs  clouds,  yon  heav'ns  above 
Extend  thy  truth,  thy  clemency,  thy  love. 

5  Do  thou,  O  God,  exalt  thy  glory  high  -, 

Beam  on  th'  aftonifh'd  earth  thy  majelty  5  \o 

O 


F    S    A    V   M      cix;  1 2i 

6  O  fave  the  pious  foul  that  trufts  in  thee, 
And  with  thy  mighty  arm  thy  fervant  free. 

7  But  fpeaks  our  God hear  all  his  awful  words  s 

(What  folemn  joy  his  heav'nly  voice  affords)  ! 

"  Fair  Sbecbetns  fertile  fields  thy  lot  fhall  be ;  15 

"  I'll  mete  out  Succotb's  lovely  vales  for  thee. 

8  "  The  faithful  tribes  of  Ifrael,  ar'n't  they  mine, 
"  To  me  confirm'd  by  fan&ions  moft  divine  ? 

9  "  Therefore  their  great  prote&or  I'll  be  found  ,* 

"  Therefore  for  them  I'll  curb  the.  nations  round  ;  20 

"  I'll  lay  them  all  beneath  their  conqu'ring  feet ; 
"  Idume,  Moab,  Palejiine,  fubmit." 

10  Who  to  yon  lofty  town  the  path  will  mew  ? 
'.   To  Edo?ns  tow'ring  gates  our  leader  who  ? 

11  Say,  wilt  not  thou,  O  God,  tho'  in  thy  wrath  25 
Thou'ft  call  us  off,  and  threatened  us  with  death  I 

Say,  wilt  not  thou,  tho'  late  thine  anger  rofe, 
And  thou  not  led'ft  us  'gainft  our  haughty  foes  ? 

1 2  But  now,  dread  father,  thy  affiftance  give, 

For  vain  are  human  aids they  but  deceive,  ijd 

13  Our  leader  thou,  intrepidly  we'll  fight, 

We'll  conquer  and  we'll  triumph  in  thy  might  3 
Our  leader  thou,  our  haughty  foes  fhall  bleed, 
And  on  their  humbled  necks  we'll  joyous  tread- 

PSALM      CIX. 

1   QTRICT  filencekeep  not,  fov'reign  Lord- ---behold; 

O   How  impious  men  in  horrid  guilt  are  bold  ; 
.2  What  fraudful  mares  againft  my  foul  they  fchemes 

In  what  calumnious  terms  they  blafl  my  name, 

3  'Gainft  me  in  caufelefs  hatred  they  engage,  5 
And  afk  my  life  the  victim  of  their  rage  : 

4  My  proffer'd  love,  my  friendfhip  they  oppofe, 
And,  'caufe  I'd.  be  their  friend,  become  my  foes  5 
Their  hearts  fuch  vile  ingratitude  has  fway'd, 

With  bafe  returns  my  favours  they  repay 'd.  to 

Howe'er  in  pray'r  to  thee  I  folace  find, 

To  thee  who  know'fl  each  fecret  of  my  mind, 

6  But  give  o'er  him  fome  cruel  prince  command^ 
Let  fome  dire  demon  at  his  elbow  ftand  •, 

7  If  'fore  the  dread  tribunal  he  appear,  15 
Trembling,  let  him  th'  impartial  fentencc  hear ; 

The  mercy  of  his  judge  may  he  intreat 
In  vain,  and  may  his  prav'r  but  irritate 

-'■-.  R  Few 


122 


PSALM      cix. 


8  Few  be  his  days,  and  fudden  may  he  bleed, 
And  let  a  ftranger  to  his  home  fucceed ;  20 

9  May  his  lorn  widow  and  his  orphan-race 
Be  vagabonds,  and  roam  from  place  to  place, 

I  o  Beg  for  their  bread,  yet  not  receive  relief, 

Nor  one  kind  friend  commiferate  their  grief; 

I I  While  bafe  extortioners  his  goods  poffefs,  25 
And  heirs  unknown  on  all  his  treafures  feize. 

1 2  May  he  and  may  his  children  plead  in  vain 
For  mercy,  and  may  all  their  fuit  difdain ; 

1 3  Nay ;  let  his  progeny  be  all  deftroy'd, 
Sunk  be  his  name,  and  his  memorial  void.  30 

14  Remember,  Lord,  th'  offences  of  his  fire, 
And  let  his  mother's  guilt  increafe  thine  ire  ; 

15  Their  ev'ry  crime  thy  piercing  eyes  explore, 
Till  earth  fhall  hear  their  curfed  names  no  more. 

1 6  For  he  the  needy  never  wou'd  relieve,  35 
Nor  to  th'  afflicted  kind  affiftance  give ; 
From  their  petitions  turn'd  his  face  away, 
And  calPd  it  joy  the  guilelefs  foul  to  flay. 

1 7  As  curfing  was  his  dear,  his  fole  delight, 
On  his  own  head  his  imprecations  light ;  40 
As  never  from  his  tongue  a  bleffing  fell, 
Let  none  e'er  give  him  joy,  or  wim  him  well. 

1 S  As  he  his  foul  with  curfes  has  array'd, 

May  they,  like  oil,  his  very  bones  pervade, 

Into  his  bowels,  fwift  as  waters,  ftream,  45. 

And  the  whole  man  with  deadly  pangs  enflame  ;  * 

1 9  Their  dire  effects  O  may  he  ever  feel, 
Nor  have  it  in  his  pow'r  their  wounds  to  heal. 

20  Be  this,  juft  God,  their  lot,  that  harafs  me, 
And  vex  my  foul  with  cruel  calumny.  50 

21  But  me,  great  God,  thy  goodnefs  ftill  defend, 
And  for  thy  mercy's  fake  be  flill  my  friend  ; 

22  For  poor  lam;  in  fore  diftrefs  I  lie  ; 
Deep  am  I  wounded  ;  heavily  I  figh  : 

23  Like  a  mere  fhadow  on  a  fummer's  day,  55 
Weak  and  infirm,  my  fubflance  wears  away  ; 
Toft  to  and  fro,  in  devious  paths  I  rove, 
Like  locufts  ranging  o'er  the  leafy  grove. 

24  My  feeble  limbs  their  wonted  aid  refufe, 
And  all  my  beauty,  all  my  ftrength,  I  lofe  :  60 

25  My  foes  with  proud  difdain  my  peace  invade, 
And,  fcornful,  fhake  at  my  diitrefs  the  head. 

But 


PSALM      ex.  123 

26  But  fave-  me,  Lord,  and  let  thy  fervant  live  ; 
O  let  thy  mercy  plead  ,•  fweet  folace  give ; 

27  That  all  may  know,  thy  hand  defends  my  caufe,  65 
My  foul  her  folace  from  thy  goodnefs  draws  : 

2  8  With  bitter  imprecations  while  they  foam, 
On  me  the  bleffmgs  of  thy  mercy  come ; 
While  dire  confufion  all  their  peace  deftroy, 
O  fill  my  faithful  heart  with  folid  joy.  '     70 

29  Let  them  who  load  with  calumnies  my  fame, 
Be  with  diihonour  cloath'd,  and  loft  in  fhame. 

30  Then  to  my  God  my  grateful  voice  I'll  raife, 
And  in  the  throng'd  aflemblies  hymn  thy  praife ; 

3 1  Sing,  how  the  poor  are  objects  of  thy  love,  75 
How  thou  their  ftrength,  their  great  fupport,  wilt  prove  ; 
How  thou  reliev'ft  them  in  their  dire  diftrefs, 

And  ihield'ft  their  pious  fouls,  when  foes  opprefs. 


'T 


PSALM       CX. 

H  U  S  to  our  Chrijl  the  Lord  Jehovah  faid ; 
(Shook  as  he  fpoke  th'  etherial  worlds  with  dread) ; 
At  my  right  hand,  my  beft-beloved,  fit, 
Till  all  thine  enemies  fhall  kifs  thy  feet. 
From  Sions  hill  to  earth's  extremeft  more,  5 

The  rod  I'll  fend,  the  emblem  of  thy  pow'r ; 
That  'mid  the  nations  thou  may'il  hold  the  fway, 
And  thy  rebellious  foes  thy  rule  obey. 
In  joyous  pomp,  when  thou  malt  back  return, 
And.conquerVs  fplendid  meed  thy  head  adorn  ;  10 

The  people  mall  attend  with  loud  acclaim, 
Shall  celebrate  thy  deeds,  and  hail  thy  name ; 
Thick  as  the  fpangles  on  the  dewy  plain, 
Shall  fwarm  the  nations,,  and  afiert  thy  reign. 
By  his  dread  felf  th'  almighty  Godhead  fwore  ;  15 

(And  ne'er  malt  thou  his  broken  oath  deplore) 
That  thou  the  royal  priefthood  long  malt  fhare, 
And  great  Me/chizedek's  high  office  bear  ; 
Long  as  fhall  beam  the  fun  his  glad'ning  light ; 
Long  as  the  waining  moon  illumes  the  night.  20 

At  thy  right-hand  fhall  ever  Hand  the  Lord, 
And  ftrike  fell  tyrants  with  his  flaming  fword  ; 
The  impious  nations  all  fhall  feel  his  wrath, 
He  dooms  their  proud  rebellious  chiefs  to  death  ; 
As  he  purfues,  the  riv'let  in  his  way  25 

Offers  it's  fiream,  his  f  ery  thirft  t'  allay  ; 

R  2  Then 


24  PSALM      cxi. 

"  Then  crown'd  with  conqueft,  ftrait  he  lifts  on  "high 
"  His  glorious  head,  and  emulates  the  fky. 

PSALM       CXI. 

1  TT7ITH  me,  ye  varied  nations,  hymn  your  God; 

VV     On  me  while  life,  while  vig'rous  health's  beftow'd, 
With  heart  fmcere  his  wond'rous  works  Til  fing, 
And  'mid  the  tribes  chant  our  all-clement  king. 

2  Great  are  his  works who  with  a  humble  mind  5 

Surveys  them,  foon  their  excellence  will  find. 

3  O'er  all  his  works  a  majefty  divine, 

A  bright  refulgent  glory  conftant  mine  ; 

O'er  all  his  works,  while  glads  yon  fun  the  plains, 

Mankind  lhall  own  impartial  juflice  reigns.  10 

4  The  wonders  he  in  days  of  yore  hath  wrought, 
His  mighty  acts,  mall  never  be  forgot : 

His  mercy  hears  the  wretched  in  their  grief, 
Compaflionates  their  woes,  and  grants  relief. 

5  The  righteous  fouls,  that  have  his  will  purfued,  15 
Prom  him  have  been  fupplied  with  daily  food  : 

His  faith  his  people  never  fhall  upbraid, 
For  long  he'll  keep  the  covenant  he  made. 

6  By  the  illuftrious  deeds  his  hand  hath  done, 

To  them  his  dread  omnipotence  is  fhewn  :  20 

He  drove  the  heathen  from  their  fruitful  plains, 
A.nd  bleft  his  people  with  their  rich  domains. 

7  Juftice  and  truth  o'er  all  his  works  prefide  ; 

His  dread  right-hand  ftric~t  truth  and  juftice  guide  ; 

His  bleft  commands  the  ftrongeft  bafis  have,  25 

By  truth,  by  juftice,  he  delights  to  fave  ; 

8  For  ever  firm,  th'  afiaults  of  time  are  vain, 
'Gainft  them,  and  they  for  ever  (hall  remain. 

9  In  bondage  moll  fevere  when  Ifrael  figh'd, 

And  to  their  God  in  bitter  anguifli  cried  j  30 

He  not  delay 'd  his  favour'd  tribes  to  free, 
But  promis'd  them  continued  liberty, 
If  from  the  paths  of  juftice  they'd  not  ftray, 
But  to  his  law  a  due  attention  pay  ; 

For  reverend  and  holy  is  his  name,  35 

And  ftridl  obedience  to  his  law  he'll  claim. 
10  And  fure  t'  obferve  the  ftatutes  of  our  God, 
To  heav'nly  wifdem  is  the  certain  road  ; 
By  this  fure  rule  who  guides  his  fteps,  will  find 
Unftain'd  his  confeience,  and  ilhim'd  hic>  mind  ;  40 

And, 


PSALM      cxn,    cxm,  125 

And,  while  this  earth,  and  while  yon  heav'ns  fhall  laft, 
Thofe,  that  are  truly  wife,  pronounce  him  bleft. 

PSALM       CXU. 

1  ''TpHRICE  bleft  the  man,  that  great  Jehovah  fears, 

\      Obferves  his  law,  and  his  dread  will  reveres ! 

2  In  honour  long  his  progeny  fhall  live ; 

And  'mong  the  nations  great  refpec"l  receive  : 

3  His  life  he  fpends  in  peace,  in  wealth,  in  pow'r,  5 
His  name  will  laft,  when  he  himfelf 's  no  more  : 

4  While  fore  diftreffes  wicked  men  confound, 
Our  God  will  beam  his  light  the  juft  around  ; 
For,  ever  gracious,  ever  good,  he  frees, 

The  pious  foul  from  woe,  and  gives  her  eafe.  10 

5  The  good  man's  bountiful,  and  conftant  gives, 
And  injur'd  innocence  with  joy  relieves  ; 
And,  with  difcretion  while  his  life  he  guides, 
His  wealth  he  with  the  indigent  divides. 

6  "  No  florms  of  fate  his  Heady  foul  can  move,"  15 
His  foul,  that  fcorns  the  earth,  and  foars  above  : 

Ne'er  dark  oblivion  can  involve  his  name, 
Nor  time  itfelf  obliterate  his  fame. 

7  No  difmal  tidings  can  his  heart  furprize ; 

Firm  is  his  heart,  and  on  his  God  relies ;  20 

8  Firm  as  a  rock,  he  dares  his  threat'ning  foes, 
For  heav'n  himfelf  his  fure  fupport  he  knows. 

9  The  wealth  that  he  with  chearfulnefs  beftow'd, 
The  kind  compaifion  to  the  poor  he  fhew'd, 

His  merit  and  his  glory  high  will  raife,  25 

And  propagate  his  name  to  after-days. 
10  This  views  the  wicked  with  indignant  eye  ; 
Rank  fpite  and  envy  all  his  peace  deftroy ; 
He  chafes,  he  frets,  he  pines,  the  live-long  day, 
And  with  unbated  malice  waftes  away,  30 

PSALM       CXIIL 

1  "^7"  OUR  maker's  praife,  ye  righteous  fouls,  proclaim  ; 

I      All  ye  his  fervants,  hymn  his  holy  name  ; 

2  The  name  of  your  tremendous  Lord  adore, 
That  all  to  endlefs  time  may  hail  his  pow'r ; 

2  From  morn  to  night,  while  glads  the  fun  the  day^  5 

Let  man  the  mercies  of  his  God  difplav  ; 

His 


126  P    S    A    L     M      cxrv,     cxv. 

4  His  God,  above  the  nations  feated  high, 
High  in  the  heav'ns,  enthron'd  in  majefty. 

5  What  fancied  god  can  with  our  God  compare  ? 

Whofe  throne's  fupported  by  the  azure  air  ;  i  o 

6  Whofe  eye,  all-feeing,  heav'n  and  earth  pervades, 

7  Who  in  their  deep  diftrefs  the  wretched  aids  ; 

8  The  poor  who  raifes  from  his  low  eftate, 

And,  equal  with  proud  princes,  makes  him  great ; 

9  Who  gives  the  fterile  womb  a  fruitful  birth  ;  1 5 
With  joy  the  matron  brings  her  iiTue  forth  ; 

With  joy  me  views  her  progeny  around  ; 

The  praifes  of  your  God,  ye  juft,  refound. 

PSALM       CX1F. 

!    TI7HEN  1/rael  to  their  native  fields  return'd, 

Vv       And  left  the  barb'rous  lands,    where  long  they  rad 

2  Their  God  proteclful  led  them  in  the  way,  [mourn'd, 
And  o'er  their  camp  his  banners  did  difpiay  : 

3  The  troubled  fea  beheld  him,  and  me  fled  ;  5 
Flow'd  back  th'  affrighted  Jordan  to  his  head ; 

4  The  lofty  hills  from  their  foundations  mov'd  ; 
Like  fportive  flocks  along  the  plains,  they  rov'd. 

5  What  faw  the  fea,  that  (he  fo  fudden  fled  ? 

Why  roll'd  his  ftreams  ftunn'd  Jordan  to  his  head  ?  10 

6  Why  did  the  hills  from  their  foundations  move  ? 
Why,  like  the  flocks,  along  the  paftures,  rove  ? 

7  Why  ?  'Caufe  all  earth  was  at  his  prefence  aw'd, 
And  trembled  when  fhe  faw  th'  almighty  God  ; 

S  Who  turn'd  the  rock  into  a  living  ftream,  1 5 

Who  gave  the  word,  and  flrait  the  waters  came. 

PSALM       CXF. 

1  ^TOT  to  ourfelves,  O  God,  we  aik  a  name, 
jj^     Nor  want  to  glitter  in  the  lifts  of  fame  j 
To  our  own  honour  we'd  no  trophies  raife ; 

Be  thine  the  glory,  and  be  thine  the  praife. 

2  Why  fh'ou'd  the  heathen  fpread  their  taunts  abroad,  5 
And  afo  inmlting,  Where  is  now  your  God  ? 

3  Where  is  our  God  ?  'Bove  yon  bright  worlds  on  high, 
With  glory  all-array 'd,  with  maj elly  ; 

His  boundlefs  pow'r  o'er  all  the  earth  is  known  ; 
His  pow'r  with  dire  difmay  they  focn  {hall  own  ;  10 

Shall 


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4  Shall  prove  the  weaknefs  of  the  faith  they  hold 
In  imag'd  gods,  of  filver,  and  of  gold  ; 

In  gods,  who  not  their  pray'rs  can  underftand, 
But  owe  their  being  to  the  fculptor's  hand. 

5  A  mouth  they  have  ;  yet  have  they  not  a  voice  ;  15 
Have  eyes,  yet  cannot  in  the  light  rejoice  ; 

6  Their  noftrils  no  rich  fragrant  odours  tafte, 
Nor  with  harmonious  found  their  ears  are  bleft  ; 

7  Their  hands  are  ufelefs,  and  their  feet  not  move  ; 

Speech  is  not  theirs what  peerlefs  gods  they  prove  ?       20 

S  Bright  objects  of  devotion's  holy  flame, 

And  wife  are  they,  fuch  deities  who  frame, 

And  wifer  ftill,  beyond  defcription  wife, 

The  man,  who,  on  the  god  he  makes,  relies ! 
9  But  thou,  O  Ifrael,  truft  thou  in  the  Lord,  25 

And  he'll  to  thee  his  fureft  aid  afford  ; 

I  o  Ye  houfe  of  Aaron,  on  your  God  rely, 

And  in  diftrefs  afliftance  he'll  fupply  ; 

II  Croud,  croud,  ye  pious  fouls,  his  facred  court, 

For  he'll  the  righteous  conftantly  fupport.  30 

1 2  Still  mindful  of  his  people,  ftill  he'll  blefs, 
And  crown  their  days  with  affluence  and  peace. 

13  Or  be  they  young,  or  old,  or  rich,  or  poor, 
They  have  his  favour,  who  his  name  adore  ; 

14  The  happy  objects  of  his  love  they  are,  35 
And  e'en  their  children's  children  prove  his  care. 

1 5  Who  form'd  yon  heav'ns  and  this  terreftrial  ball, 
Benignly  hears  us,  and  preferves  us  all. 

1 6  The  heav'ns  with  his  own  prefence  does  he  grace, 

And  gives  this  beauteous  earth  to  human  race.  40 

1 7  While  not  the  filent  dead  their  maker  praife, 

1 8  We'll  chant  his  glory  in  fublimeft  lays ; 

While  rolls  this  fpacious  globe,  our  God  we'll  fing, 
And  hymn  for  ever  our  immortal  king. 

PSALM      CXVI. 

1  '  1  ^HE  mighty  God  I'll  love  with  heart  unfeign'd  ; 

J,      To  him  in  vain  I  never  yet  compiain'd  ; 

2  He  to  my  mournings  lent  a  gracious  ear  ; 

'Fore  him  I'll  therefore  breathe,  my  ardent  pray'r. 

3  In  killing  griefs,  in  deep  diftrefs,  I  lay  ;  ^ 
Death  with  his  horrid  train  befet  my  way  ; 

I  on  the  verge  of  dire  deftrudlion  flood, 

4  When  loudly  I  implor'd  my  gracious  God  j 

O 


i2S  PSALM      cxvu. 

"  O  fov'reign  Lord,  my  anguifh'd  foul  relieve, 

"  Difperfe  my  woes,  and  let  me  ceafe  to  grieve."  10 

5  How  good  our  God  !  how  ready  to  relieve  ! 

6  My  woes  difpers'd,  he  bad  me  ceafe  to  grieve. 

7  Therefore  fhall  I  my  wonted  'plaints  forbear, 
Since  not  unworthy  of  Almighty  care  ; 

8  Since  he  of  threat'ning  death  hath  calm'd  my  fears,  1 5 
From  my  full  eyes  has  wip'd  away  the  tears, 

My  feet  hath  ftrengthen'd,  that  I  firmly  tread, 

9  No  more  the  terrors  of  the  grave  I  dread  ; 
But  fafe  in  his  protecting  love,  I  fing 

His  praife,  and  to  his  glory  ftrike  the  firing.  20 

10  Sad  was  my  foul,  in  deep  affliction  loft, 
In  fears  of  my  impending  dangers  toft ; 

11  "  On  man 'tis  fruitlefs  to  rely  (I  faid) 

"  But  heav'n  is  fure,  if  heav'n  will  give  his  aid." 

1 2  His  aid  he  gave ;  he  drove  my  griefs  away  ;  25 
And  how  fhall  I  his  clemency  repay  ? 

1  3  With  rich  libations  I'll  my  God  adore, 

And  hail  in  hymns  of  pious  joy  his  pow'r ; 

14  My  victims  fhall  his  hallow 'd  courts  attend, 

And  'mid  th'  afTemblies  'fore  his  throne  I'll  bend ;  30 

1 5  For  precious  in  his  fight  the  righteous  are, 

He  frees  their  fouls  from  death,  their  lives  from  care  ; 

16  Me  from  my  bonds  did  he  relieve,  and  fave 
His  finking  fervant  from  the  gaping  grave. 

17  Therefore  with  thankful  heart  'fore  him  I'll  fall,  3^ 
And  on  his  honour'd  name  devoutly  call ; 

1 8  Amid  his  people  I  my  vows  will  pay, 
Hafte  to  his  facred  dome  without  delay, 
My  victims  fhall  his  facred  courts  attend, 

And  his  great  name  I'll  praife,  till  time  fhall  end,  40 

PSALM       CXVI1. 

i  X7E  nations  all,  howe'er  difpers'd,  proclaim 

j[     Your  maker's  praife,  and  hymn  his  holy  name  $ 

2  His  goodnefs  and  his  clemency  relate  ; 
Own,  that  your  God  is  ever  good,  as  great ; 

That  firm  his  truth,  inviolate  his  word 5 

Ve  fcatter'd  nations,  hymn  the  living  Lord 


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1   /~\UR  fov'reign  Lord,  the  great  Jehovah  praife, 
\J  Ye  tribes,  of  Abr  ham  the  diftinguifh'd  race  ; 
Bleft  Aaron's  fons,  that  at  his  altar  bow ; 
Ye  juft,  whofe  fouls  with  heav'nly  fervour  glow  ; 
Sing,  fmg  our  fov'reign  Lord  in  loftieft  ftrains,  tj 

And  own,  his  clemency  for  ever  reigns. 

5  To  him  in  dire  calamity  I  pray'd  ; 

My  voice  he  heard,  and  gave  a  fpeedy  aid. 

6  And  he  my  help,  while  he  my  caufe  fuftains, 

My  foul  the  threats  of  haughty  man  difdains  y  1© 

7  And  he  my  help,  I'll  on  that  help  rely, 
While  direful  ruin  ftrikes  the  enemy. 

8  'Tis  fafer  far  in  his  ftrong  arm  to  truft, 
Than  in  the  boafted  ftrength  of  feeble  duft ; 

9  On  our  great  God  'tis  fafer  to  depend,  15 
Than  have  earth's  mightieft  monarch  for  our  friend. 

10  Me  tho'  the  nations  all  around  aiTail, 
I'll  in  th'  afliftance  of  his  hand  prevail ; 

1 1  Let  them  e'en  with  their  utmoft  force  aflail ; 

His  mercy  aids his  David  mull  prevail ;  20 

1 2  Tho'  round  me  their  broad  banners  they  difplay, 
And  fwarm  like  bees  upon  a  fummer's  day, 

By  him  fupported,  on  their  ranks  I'll  fly, 
And,  fpite  of  numbers,  fnatch  the  viclory. 

13  All  your  attempts,  ye  wicked,  are  in  vain  ;  25 
The  mighty  God  his  fervant  will  fuftain ; 

1 4  He  is  my  ftrength,  the  fubjecl  of  my  lay, 
My  great  falvation  he,  my  prop,  my  ftay  ; 

15  The  righteous  all  in  my  fuccefs  rejoice, 

And  to  Jehovah 's  glory  tune  the  voice  ;  30 

16  Sing  his  ftrong  arm,  and  his  refiftlefs  hand, 
His  arm,  that  crouded  ranks  in  vain  withftand  5 
His  valiant  hand,  that  ftrikes  the  deadly  blow, 
And  pours  fevere  deftruction  on  the  foe. 

17  Fruitlefs  thy  infults,  death  ; thy  fhafts  I  dare;  35 

Long  mall  I  live,  and  heav'n's  high  pow'r  declare ; 

1 8  True  ;  long  his  fad  amidling  hand  I  bore  ; 
Yet  ftill  he  fav'd  me  from  thy  ruthlefs  pow'r. 

19  Ope  wide,  ye  holy  priefts,  his  temple-gate, 

That  I  may  there  his  wond'rous  works  relate  ;  40 

20  The  gate  by  him  belov'd,  where  wait  the  juft, 
To  mew  in  him  their  confidence  and  truft. 

2 1  Thee,  gracious  God,  I'll  praife,  for  in  my  grief 
My  voice  thou  heard'ft,  and  gav'ft  a  quick  relief, 

S  Me 


130  PSALM      cxix. 

22  Me  from  the  rageful  foe  didft  thou  protect ;  45 
The  ftone  which  late  the  builders  did  reject, 

'High  in  the  lofty  fabric  now  is  plac'd, 
And  fhines  confpicuous,  far  above  the  reft  : 

23  So  wills  th1  almighty  Lord  ;  and  what  he  wills, 

Our  fouls  with  wonder  and  with  rapture  fills.  $% 

24  Hail,  happy  day  !  hail,  bright  refulgent  morn  ! 
That  to  the  joy  of  all  the  earth  wilt  dawn  ! 

25  Still  favour,  Lord,  the  king  thou  haft  ordain'd ; 
Bring  all  his  efforts  to  a  glorious  end : 

26  Thrice  happy  he,  whom  thou  {halt  fend,  to  blefs  *     55 
Thy  favour'd  people  with  eternal  peace  ! 

Succefs  attend  him  ! this  the  pray'r  of  all, 

That  'fore  thy  altar  reverently  fall. 

27  For  thou  art  God,  the  only  pow'r  divine  ; 

Thou  bid'ft  thy  glory  on  thy  tribes  to  mine  ;  60 

Hear  this,  ye  righteous,  and  loud  anthems  flng; 
And  to  his  hallow 'd  dome  your  vi&ims  bring. 

28  With  heart,  with  voice,  my  God,  will  we  adore 
Thy  name,  and  fing  thy  praife,  till  time's  no  more  : 

29  Praife  all  Jehovah  in  fublimefi  ftrains  ;  6$ 
To  all  eternity  his  mercy  reigns. 

'PSALM      CXIX, 

A  L  E  P  H. 

1  r  I^HRICE  happy  they,  who  with  religious  awe, 

J|      With  pureft  hearts,  obferve  God's  facred  law  ! 

2  The  way  their  maker  teaches,  who  purfue, 
And  to  the  dictates  of  his  word  are  true  ! 

3  Such  will  from  ev'ry  heinous  crime  be  clear ;  5 
They  keep  the  ftatutes  of  their  God  in  fear. 

4  For  'tis  his  will,  that  ftrictly  we  obey 

His  bleft  commands,  and  never  from  them  ftray. 

5  O  that  my  ways  were  order'd  fo  aright, 

That  I  might  fhew  therein  my  high  delight  ?  1  fr 

6  If  from  thy  precepts  I  forbore  to  part, 

No  lhame  wou'd  leize  my  foul,  no  grief  my  heart ; 

7  Thy  judgments  when  I  'ad  learn'd,  with  conscience  gay 
Thy  righteous  juftice  gladly  I'd  difplay : 

8  Yes,  Lord,  thy  law  my  conftant  rule  I'd  make;  15 
O  not  thy  fervant  utterly  forfake. 

BETH. 

9  How  (hall  a  young  man  well  his  conduct  guide  ? 
When  heav'ns  high  laws  o'er  all  his  fteps  prefide. 

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10  So  have  I  ever  found Hill,  gracious  God, 

Still  let  me  keep  the  fame  unerring  road.  20 

1 1  Thy  word  my  conftant  inmate,  Lord,  hath  been 
To  guard  me  from  the  fatal  lures  of  fin. 

1 2  Moft  worthy  thou  of  praife— --preferve  me  ftill 
In  due  obedience  to  thy  facred  will : 

13  That  on  thy  law  I  yet  may  meditate  ;  25 
That  yet  my  tongue  thy  judgments  may  relate. 

14  Not  wealth,  not  honours,  fuch  true  pleafure  give 
As  from  my  firm  obedience  I  receive. 

1 5  Therefore  thy  precepts  fill  my  inmoft  thought, 

My  foul  to  rev'rence  them  is  daily  taught ;  30 

16  Thy  laws  to  me  fincereft  joy  afford, 

And  111  ne'er  flight  the  dictates  of  thy  word, 
G  I  M  E  L. 

1 7  To  me  the  bleffmgs  of  thy  grace  impart, 
That  ftill  thy  ftatutes  may  direct  my  heart ; 

1 8  With  thy  effectual  light  illume  my  mind,  39 
That  ihe  the  wonders  of  thy  law  may  find  ; 

19  On  earth  but  as  a  fojourner  I  dwell ; 

Thou  not  thy  precepts  from  my  foul  conceal. 

20  My  foul  that  fickens  with  defire  to  know 

The  facred  laws  that  from  thy  wifdom  flow.  40 

2 1  O  thou,  that,  when  the  wicked  wilful  err, 
Rebuk'ft  their  pride,  and  ftrik'ft  their  hearts  with  fear, 

22  Since  faithful  to  thy  dread  commands  I  prove, 
From  me  contempt  and  calumny  remove. 

23  The  great  ones  of  the  earth  againfl  me  fpeak,  45 
t  'Caufe  I  thy  ftatutes  refolutely  feek ; 

24  Their  obloquy  I  fcorn thy  ftatutes  ftill 

Shall  guide  my  heart,  and  regulate  my  will. 

D  A  L  E  T  H. 

25  Droops  my  fad  foul ;  Ihe  languishes  in  grief; 

Do  thou,  as  thou  haft  promis'd,  grant  relief;  50 

26  The  fecrets  of  my  heart  I've  not  conceal'd, 
But  ev'ry  error  of  my  life  reveal'd. 

27  O  let  me  then  thy  precepts  underftand ; 
And  fmg  the  wonders  of  thy  mighty  hand. 

28  With  pain,  with  anguifh,  melts  my  foul  away  5  e$ 
But  thou  thy  mercy  in  her  cure  difplay. 

29  Let  me,  my  lips  from  falfhood  to  refrain, 
A  perfect  knowledge  in  thy  precepts  gain. 

30  The  ways  of  truth,  of  juftice,  I  have  chofe, 

And  thy  bleft  judgments  as  my  rule  propofe  ;  60 

3 1  Thy  law  the  pleafure  of  my  life  I've  made, 
Let  not  reproach  my  guilelefs  foul  upbraid  ; 

S  2  If 


132  PSALM      cxix. 

32  If  thou  my  heart  from  all  her  cares  wilt  free, 
Til  ever  tread  the  path  prefcrib'd  by  thee. 

H  E. 

33  Give  me,  the  way  of  thy  commands  to  know  ;  65 
The  jalutary  road  unto  me  fhew  ; 

Them  to  obferve,  my  utmoft  foul  I'll  bend, 
And  keep  the  road  till  life  itfelf  mall  end. 

35  Yes ;  in  thy  ftatutes  is  my  high  delight ; 

0  guide  me,  lead  me,  that  I  walk  aright.  70 

36  Deaf  may  I  prove  to  avarice's  call, 
And  never  in  the  mares  of  folly  fall ; 

But  to  thy  precepts  thou  my  heart  incline  ; 
And  Hill  fupport  me  with  thy  pow'r  divine. 
38  Thy  fervant  firmly  on  thy  word  relies,  75 

He  owns,  thy  judgments  all  are  good,  are  wife  j 
Long  let  him  prove  thy  providential  care, 
Nor  the  vile  calumnies  of  fcofFers  bear. 

40  Thy  law,  thy  precepts,  will  he  conftant  love, 

May  he  thy  favour  and  thy  mercy  prove.  80 

V  A  U. 

41  Be  mindful  of  thy  covenant,  O  Lord; 
Support  my  foul,  as  promifes  thy  word  ; 

42  That,  when  the  wicked  with  their  taunts  afTail, 

1  may  'gainft  their  opprobrious  wrongs  prevail. 

43  Truth  let  me  ever  fpeak,  and  fcorn  a  lie  ;  85 
For  to  thy  juftice  for  defence  I  fly. 

44  So,  long  as  breath  infpires  this  vital  clay, 
Thy  law  mail  I  effectually  obey  ; 

45  So,  in  the  paths  of  fafety  I  fhall  tread, 

Still  live  in  peace,  and  no  misfortunes  dread  :  90 

46  Thy  law,  thy  ftatutes,  fearlefs,  Til  aver; 

Thy  law  e'en  fceptre'd  kings  from  me  fhall  hear ; 

47  Obedience  to  thy  law  my  fole  employ, 
Thy  law  I'll  make  my  only,  conftant  joy  : 

48  Thy  law  I've  ever  lov'd,  and  ftill  will  love,  95 
And  nought  on  earth  my  fix'd  refolve  fhall  move. 

Z  A  I  N. 

49  Remember,  Lord,  the  promife  thou  haft  made  ; 
'Tis  on  that  promife  I  rely  for  aid  ; 

50  My  confolation  this  in  deep  diftrefs ; 

Thy  word  confoles  me,  when  my  foes  opprefs.  100 

5 1  For,  when  the  proud  with  bafe  derifion  wound, 
Bleft  comfort  in  thy  love  I've  ever  found. 

52  Of  old  thy  judgments  I  have  ne'er  forgot ; 

And  they  have  chear'd  my  foul,  and  eas'd  my  thought : 

And, 


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53  And,  tho'  with  horror  I  the  wicked  view,  105 
And  grieve  to  fee  the  meafures  they  purfue ; 

54  Yet  in  this  vale  of  mis'ry  while  I  flay, 
Thy  law  mall  be  the  fubjecl:  of  my  lay. 

5  5  At  night  fweet  folace  in  thy  law  I  find, 

E'en  in  the  gloom  thy  name  relieves  my  mind  ;  no 

56  Or  night  or  day  'tis  my  continued  care, 

Thy  name  to  fmg,  thy  ftatutes  to  declare. 
C  H  E  T  H. 
5  j  My  portion  thou,  my  hope,  my  wealth,  my  alfc 

I'll  keep  thy  ftatutes,  on  thy  name  I'll  call : 

58  With  fervent  zeal  thy  favour  I'll  intreat,  115 
That  thou  thy  promis'd  mercy  ne'er  forget. 

59  When  on  the  conduct  of  my  life  I  thought, 
My  foul  to  rev'rence  thy  commands,  I  brought ; 

60  With  fteady  feet,  without  the  leaft  delay, 

Thy  facred  will  I  haften'd  to  obey.  1 20 

61  The  wicked  pillage  my  domains,  yet  ne'er 
Thy  law  will  I  forfake  thro'  fervile  fear. 

62  To  nobler  heights  I'll  flill  my  duty  raife, 
And  rife  at  midnight  thy  bleft  name  to  praife  ; 

63  And  they  alone  fhall  my  aflbciates  prove,  125 
Who  keep  thy  precepts,  and  thy  law  who  love. 

64  Thou,  who  to  man  doft  all  his  bleffings  give, 
Grant  that  in  this  refolve  I  conftant  live. 

T  E  T  H. 

65  Firm  to  thy  word,  good  God,  with  joy,  with  peace, 
Beneficent,  thy  fervant  doft  thou  blefs.  13° 

66  O  Mill,  iince  thy  commandments  I  believe, 
A  folid  judgment  and  true  knowledge  give. 

6j  Before  I  was  diftreft,  I  went  aftray ; 
But  now  I've  fteadily  purfued  my  way. 

68  Thou'rt  ever  good beneficence  is  thine— —  13$ 

Direct  me  in  the  road  to  joys  divine. 

69  'Gainft  me  the  villain-proud  their  flanders  raife  ; 
But  thee  I'll  faithful  feek,  and  fervent  praife. 

70  While  my  delight  is  in  thy  law  and  thee, 

Their  hearts  are  blinded  with  profperity.  14° 

7 1  Well  was  it  then,  that  I  diftrefs  have  known  ; 
Elfe  I  with  them  the  fatal  road  had  gone. 

72  Thy  law,  thy  ftatutes,  to  my  foul  appear, 
More  precious  far,  than  all  the  world  holds  dear. 

J  O  D. 

73  My  frame,  O  God,  created  by  thy  hand,  145 
Grant  me,  thy  perfect  law  to  underftand  ; 

My 


134  P    S    J    L    M      cxix. 

74  My  great  protection  thou,  with  heart  fincere 
They'll  joy  to  fee  me,  who  thy  word  revere. 

75  I  know,  O  God,  how  juft  thy  judgments  are  ; 

And  that  I  juftly  thy  inflictions  bear.  1  r9 

76  But  now  thy  faithful  promife  call  to  mind, 
And  let  me  folace  in  thy  mercy  find. 

77  Yes ;  fmce  thy  ftatutes  make  my  fole  employ, 
Let  me  thy  bleft  beneficence  enjoy  ; 

78  While  periih  they,  who  with  a  caufelefs  hate  155 
Purfue  my  foul,  and  to  deftroy  me,  wait ; 

79  While  thofe,  who  fear  thee,  and  obey  thy  laws, 
In  friendfhip  join  me,  and  aflift  my  caufe  ; 

80  While  firm  my  feet  the  paths  of  duty  trace, 

And  dire  confufion  never  fhrouds  my  face.  1 60 

C  A  P  H. 

8 1  For  thy  falvation  faints  my  foul ;  yet  dill 

I  hope,  and  in  that  hope  fweet  folace  feel : 

82  Deny  their  wonted  aid  my  languid  eyes ; 
Yet  on  thy  word  thy  fervant  ftill  relies  : 

83  In  expectation  waftes  my  ftrength  away;  165 
And  yet  I  never  from  thy  ftatutes  ftray. 

84.  How  long  muft  I  this  bitter  anguifli  know  ? 
When  falls  thy  fearful  vengeance  on  the  foe  ? 

85  For  me  the  proud,  who  thy  commands  blafpheme, 

Dig  deep  the  pit,  and  'gainft  thy  fervant  fcheme.  170 

86  Juft  are  thy  precepts,  and  thyfelf  art  juft; 
Therefore  in  thee  'gainft  all  their  wiles  I  truft. 

87  Me  to  the  grave  their  wiles  had  well  nigh  brought ; 
Thy  law  directed  ftill  my  ev'ry  thought. 

88  O  let  thy  mercy  then  my  foul  revive  ;  1 75 
So  I  thy  law  fhall  conftant  keep  and  live. 

LAMED. 

89  For  ever  firm,  O  God,  thy  word  remains ; 
Firm  as  the  heav'ns  what  once  thy  will  ordains  ; 

90  Thy  faithfulnefs  for  ever  is  the  fame  ; 

And  lafts  as  long  as  earth's  eftablifh'd  frame  :  1 80 

91  What  thou  haft  once  determin'd  ever  Hands, 
For  all  things  hear  and  wait  thy  high  commands. 

92  Unlefs  thy  ftatutes  my  delight  had  been, 
This  bleft,  this  happy  day,  I  'ad  never  feen. 

93  To  them  I  owe  my  prefent  profp'rous  ftate  ;  185 
Therefore  thy  ftatutes  never  I'll  forget. 

94  Thine  am  I,  gracious  God; thy  fervant  fave 

A  ftrict  regard  to  thy  commands  I  have. 

95  The  wicked  long  have  waited  to  deftroy, 

But  ftill  thv  law  fhall  all  my  hours  employ  :  1 90 

Thy 


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96  Thy  law  fhall  to  eternity  have  pow'r, 

When  earth,  when  time,  when  death  itfelf  %  no  more. 
MEM. 

97  How  does  thy  law  my  foul's  affections  fways 
Thy  law,  my  meditation  all  the  day  ? 

98  Thy  bleft  commands,  that  conftant  with  me  dwell,         195 
Make  me,  that  I  mine  enemies  excel : 

99  My  mind  by  them  illumin'd,  high  I  foar, 
'Bove  thofe,  who  were  my  teachers  heretofore. 

100  Thro"  them  more  wonders  can  I  now  defcry 

Than  all  the  fages  of  antiquity.  200 

ioi  Thro'  them  the  paths  to  evil  IVe  efchew'd ; 

Thro'  them  the  road  to  happinefs  purfued  : 

I  oz  My  great  inftructor  thou,  the  road  I  trod> 

And  ne'er  forfook  the  ftatutes  of  my  God. 
J  03  O  how  they  furnilh  me  a  fweet  repaft,  205 

Sweeter  than  pureft  honey  to  the  tafte  ! 

1 04  By  them  the  paths  to  error  I  decline  ; 
By  them  celeftial  wifdom  now  is  mine. 

N  U  N . 

105  Thy  word  directs  me,  that  I  never  ftray, 

A  lamp  to  guide  me  in  the  perfect  way.  210 

1 06  IVe  fworn  (and  what  IVe  (worn,  I  will  obferve) 
That  from  thy  judgments  I  will  never  fwerve. 

107  Afflicted  heavily,  to  thee  I  cry  j 

O,  mindful  of  thy  word,  fwift  aid  fupply. 

108  The  free-will  ofF'ring  of  my  mouth  accept,  215 
And  in  thy  ftatutes  thou  my  foul  direct. 

109  My  foul  unnumber'd  perils  ftill  furround ; 
But  on  thy  mercy  all  my  hopes  I  found. 

I I  o  For  me  my  impious  foes  have  laid  the  fhare  ; 

Yet  from  thy  precepts  I  will  fcorn  to  err.  220 

I I I  Them,  as  my  fole  inheritance,  I  take ; 
Them,  I  my  fole  delight,  my  folace  make. 

112  Long  as  I  live,  my  refolution  this  -, 
Thy  law  t'  obferve,  to  never  act  amifs. 

S  A  M  E  C  H. 

1 1 3  Vain-glorious  thoughts  my  ftrongeft  hatred  move ;  225 
And  only  on  thy  law  I  fix  my  love. 

1 1 4  My  ihield  art  thou,  my  fure,  my  ftrong  defence, 
Thy  word,  the  guardian  of  my  innocence. 

115  From  me  depart;  avaunt,  ye  impious  croud; 

For  I  will  keep  the  ftatutes  of  my  God.  230 

116  And  thou,  my  God,  be  ftill  my  powerful  friend, 
Nor  let  diffracting  fhame  my  hopes  attend. 

The 


i36  PSALM      cxix. 

1 1 7  The  anchor  of  my  hopes  I'll  not  reject, 
Secure  r  ftand,  if  thou  my  foul  protect. 

1 1 8  Deftroy'd  are  all,  thy  ftatutes  that  defert,  235 
Their  works  are  falmoods  all ;  the  tricks  of  art : 

119  Like  drofs,  the  impious  doft  thou  fweep  away ; 
Soon  are  they  gone  ;  foon  finifhes  their  day. 

1 20  Nay  too,  my  trembling  fyftem  quakes  for  fear ; 

Left  I  the  terrors  of  thy  juftice  bear.  240 

A  I  N. 

121  In  juftice  IVe  endeavour 'd  to  excel ;  , 
'Gainft  me  let  not  th'  oppreflbr's  fchemes  prevail. 

122  With  thy  beneficence  thy  fervant  aid, 
Left  foes  infulting  fhou'd  my  peace  invade. 

123  Dim  are  my  eyes  with  waiting  for  the  hour,  245 
Wherein  thou  wilt  exert  thy  healing  pow'r. 

124  I  plead  thy  mercy let  thy  mercy  fway  ; 

I  only  afk  thy  precepts  to  obey. 

125  Myfelf  thy  fervant  humbly  I  confefs  ; 

My  proftrate  foul  with  heavenly  wifdom  blefs.  250 

126  'Tis  time,  O  Lord,  that  thou  aflert  thy  caufe  ; 
For  lo  !  the  wicked  have  made  void  thy  laws : 

127  While  I  of  nobler  price  thy  precepts  deem, 
Than  all  the  glitter  grovelling  fouls  efteem  : 

128  Thy  law  I  rev'rence,  and  thy  name  adore,  255 
And  ail  falfe  ways  I  utterly  abhor. 

P  E. 

1 29  Thy  laws  are  wonderful,  beyond  compare  ; 
'Tis  therefore  they're  the  objects  of  my  care. 

130  His  mind's  enlighten'd,  who  thy  word  receives ; 

Thy  word  bleft  knowledge  to  the  fimple  gives.  260 

1 3 1  Thy  pow'rful  word  fo  much  my  foul  denYd  ; 
My  breath  heav'd  fhort,  and  almoft  I  expir'd. 

132  All-gracious,  view  me  with  that  eye  benign, 
With  which  thou  wonteft  on  the  juft  to  mine. 

133  Me  in  my  conduct  by  thy  word  fuftain,  265 
That  no  bafe  paffion  o'er  my  foul  may  reign. 

134  From  vile  injurious  pride  preferve  me  free  ; 
So  mall  I  keep  thy  law,  and  reverence  thee. 

135  On  me  the  glories  of  thy  face  difplay, 

And  teach  me  to  walk  fteady  in  thy  way.  27© 

136  Inceffant  ftreams  flow  from  my  weeping  eyes, 
'Caufe  poor  miftaken  men  thy  law  defpife. 

T  S  A  D  E. 

137  Impartial  juftice,  Lord,  directs  thy  pow'r, 
Juftice  divine  the  wicked  mail  deplore  : 

And 


PSALM      cxix.  i37 

1 38  And  all  the  laws  thou'ft.  given  us  to  obferve  27  c 
Teach  us,  that  thou  wilt  ne'er  from  juftice  fwerve. 

1 39  What  anguifh  pains  my  foul,  becaufe  my  foes 
Forget  thy  word,  and  thy  commands  oppofe  r 

140  Yet  purer  Hill  thy  word  than  pareft  gold  ; 

Clofe  to  my  heart  thy  word  I  therefore  hold.  280 

141  Poor  tho'  I  am,  tho'  had  in  vileft  fcorn, 
Yet  from  thy  precepts  I'll  difdain  to  turn. 

142  With  killing  griefs  I  ftruggle  day  and  night ; 
Still  in  thy  law  I  find  fincere  delight. 

143  Thy  facred  law  mall  time  afTault  in  vain ;  285 
When  time's  no  more,  thy  juftice  fhall  remain ; 

144  Thy  juftice  to  eternity  fhall  live 

The  pow'r  to  know  thy  will,  dread  father,  give. 
KOPE 

145  With  faithful  heart  to  thee,  O  God,  I  pray  -, 

That  I  may  never  from  thy  ftatutes  ftray.  290 

1 46  Me  with  thy  gracious  mercy  ftill  protect ; 
And  ne'er  fhall  I  thy  facred  law  reject. 

147  E'er  dawns  the  day,  is  this  my  conftant  pray'r, 
And  this  my  hope  I  faithfully  declare  : 

148  When  glooms  the  night,  I  thus  thy  pow'r  intreat,  295 
And,  wakeful,  on  thy  law  I  meditate. 

149  My  voice,  all-gracious  God,  benignly  hear ; 
Give  me,  my  life  to  govern  by  thy  fear. 

150  The  impious  croud  that  not  on  thee  rely, 

That  fport  with  mifchief,  draw  alas !  too  nigh :  300 

1 5 1  But  nearer  thou  ;  on  thee  will  I  depend ; 
Truth,  equity,  and  judgment,  thee  attend. 

152  Thy  holy  law,  O  God,  I've  known  of  old, 
Thy  law  that  lafts,  till  time's  laft  hour  is  told. 

R  E  S  H. 

153  My  griefs  confider,  and  thy  fervant  free  ;  305 
Thy  law  I've  not  forgot;  but  truft  in  thee. 

154  Plead  thou  my  caufe  ;  in  fafety  bid  me  live  1 
And,  as  thou'ft  promis'd  long,  my  foul  revive, 

155  Salvation  to  the  wicked  thou'lt  deny  ; 

,     Thy  law  they  fcorn,  nor  on  thy  pow'r  rely,  3 10 

156  O  let  me  long  in  peace  enjoy  the  day  ; 
Thy  mercies,  Lord,  no  numbers  can  difplay. 

157  Many  are  they,  that  'gainft  my  life  combine; 
Yet  ne'er  from  thy  commandments  I  decline. 

158  I  view'd  the  vile  tranfgreffors  with  regret,  325 
'Caufe  thy  dread  ftatutes  they  wou'd  ftill  reject, 

159  O  thou  confider,  how  thy  law  I  love, 
And  to  my  faithful  foul  benignant  prove, 

T  True 


i38  PSALM       cxx, 

1 60  True  from  the  firft  thy  word  has  ever  been  ; 

True  to  eternal  ages  fhall  remain.  320 

S  C  H  I  N. 

1 61  With  caufelefs  hate  proud  tyrants  have  oppreft  ; 
But  on  thy  word  my  foul  fhall  ever  reft. 

162  Thy  word  to  me  more  folid  joy  does  yield, 
Than  e'en  the  richeft  plunder  of  the  field. 

163  Odious  unto  my  foul  bafe  liars  prove,  325 
But  thy  bleft  law  with  ardency  I  love.                               , 

164  Seven  times  a  day  to  thee  my  voice  I  raife  ; 
Seven  times  a  day  I  celebrate  thy  praife. 

165  What  joys  on  all  that  love  thy  ftatutes,  wait  ? 

No  heavy  cares  difturb  their  happy  ftate.  330 

166  For  thy  falvation  long  I've  waited,  Lord, 
And  therefore  was  I  govern'd  by  thy  word  : 

167  Obfervant  of  thy  law  I've  conftant  prov'd  ; 
Thy  facred  precepts  I've  fincerely  lov'd  ; 

168  Obedience  to  thy  will  I've  ever  {hewn 335 

But  thou  my  foul's  moll  fecret  thoughts  haft  known. 

T  A  U. 

1 69  O  hear  me,  gracious,  when  I  thee  addrefs ; 
My  foul,  O  God,  with  heav'nly  wifdom  blefs. 

170  Let  my  complaint  pervade  thy  pitying  ear;  ' 

With  mercy,  Lord,  as  thou  haft  promis'd,  hear.  340 

171  Then,  when  thou'ft  made  me  perfect  in  thy  ways, 
My  glowing  lips  lhall  utter  all  thy  praife ; 

172  My  tongue  the  myiteries  of  thy  word  lhall  fing, 
For  all  thy  laws  from  truth,  from  juftice,  fpring. 

173  On  thy  right  hand  fecure  let  me  repofe,  345 
For  I  thy  precepts  for  my  guides  have  chofe. 

1 74  To  me  thy  laws  fincereft  joy  afford, 

And  long  I've  waited  thy  falvation,  Lord. 

175  Still  grant  me  life,  that  I  thy  praife  may  tell, 

And  in  obedience  of  thy  precepts  dwell.  35Q 

1  76  Seek  me,  O  God,  as  feeks  the  fwain  his  ftray, 
And  never  more  I'll  wander  from  my  way. 

P    S    A    L    H      CXX. 

1  "1  T  THEN^foes  with  cruel  hate  befet  me  round, 

VV     My  fame  when  impious  tongues  with  flander  wound, 
Quite  deftitute  of  aid,  to  thee  I  fly, 
To  thee,  dread  father,  and  thou  hear'ft  my  cry. 

2  O  thou,  who  art  to  fimplc  truth  a  friend,  5 
And  doft  the  honeft,  guilelefs  heart  defend. 

From 


\P    S    A    L    M      cxxi,     cxxik  139 

From  fland'rous  lips  and  undermining  tongues 
Relieve  my  foul,  and  chafe  away  her  wrongs. 
3  Ye  villain-herd,  who  thus  affault  my  fame, 

Your  tongues  more  fatal  than  devouring  flame,  1  3 

Who  wound' more  deep  with  your  invenom'd  words, 
Than  pointed  arrows,  or  than  keeneft  fwords ; 
What  fudden  vengeance  mail  your  fouls  await ; 
What  dreadful  judgments  mall  I  deprecate  ? 

5  Alas  !  the  fatal  miferies  I  feel,  1 5 
Amid  the  hoftile  croud  conftrain'd  to  dwell, 

With  men,  who  to  humanity  are  loft ; 
And  all  their  cruelties  for  virtues  boaft  ! 

6  For  blood  they  thirft,  and  wars  a  ad  rapines  pleafe, 

Nor  have  they  joy  in  the  delights  of  peace  ;  20 

7  Fair  peace  they  hate  ;  from  her  embrace  they  fly  ; 
War  fills  their  thought,  and  furniihes  their  joy, 

PSALM       CXXI. 

1  TT  THEN  cruel  foes  with  caufelefs  malice  arm, 

V  V      And  ftrike  my  haraft  foul  with  dread  alarm, 
Around  the  neighb'ring  hills  I'll  call  mine  eye ; 
They  haply  may  immediate  aid  fupply. 

2  Yet  fure  our  God,  ofheav'n,  of  earth,  dread  Lord,  5 
In  my  diftrefs  will  quick  relief  afford  j 

3  Nor  thou,  my  foul,  be  loft  in  empty  fear ; 
Thy  God,  to  heal  thy  griefs,  is  ever  near ; 
His  eye,  thy  heav'nly  guard,  will  never  clofe, 

4  Nor  afks,  like  feeble  mortals,  foft  repofe.  10 

5  Anigh  thee,  fee,  thy  great  preferver  ftands, 
And  o'er  thy  head  his  ihelt'ring  wings  expands ; 

6  By  day  he  Ihades  thee  from  the  fcorching  fun  5 
By  night  defends  thee  from  the  baleful  moon  : 

7  At  home  thy  fure  protector  he'll  be  found  ;  1 5 
-  In  vain  infidious  foes  thy  home  furround  ; 

Abroad  he  ihields  thee,  or  in  peace  or  war ; 
He  watches  o'er  thee  with  a  father's  care  j 

In  ev'ry  exigence  thy  life  defends 

Thy  God's  protecting  mercy  never  ends.  20 

PSALM      CXXIL 

1  f~\  BRIGHT,  O  glorious  day!  refplendent  morn  ! 
V_/  With  what  a  beamy  luftre  doft  thou  dawn  ? 
What  joy  pervades  my  foul,  the  tribes  to  fee 
In  pious  throngs,  dear  Salem,  vifit  thee  ? 

T  2  2 


140  P    S    A    L    M      cxxin,    cxxiv. 

z  I  too  with  them  will  croud  thy  facred  gate  ;  r 

To  join  the  joyous  tribes  I  earneft  wait ; 

3  Yes ;  thee  I'll  vifit thy  bright  domes  arife 

In  fair  proportion,  equal  with  the  fkies  : 
Fruitlefs  th'  attempt,  in  numbers  to  exprefs 

Thy  lofry  tow'rs  and  ftately  palaces.  10 

4  Approach  thy  gates  on  this  appointed  day 
The  faithful  tribes,  their  ftated  vows  to  pay, 
Their  annual  rites  t'  obferve  ;  in  tuneful  lays, 
In  rapt'rous  hymns,  to  fmg  Jehovah's  praife. 

5  In  thee  hath  judgment  fix'd  her  awful  feat ;  15 
Thee  has  Jejfides  made  his  bleft  retreat ; 

From  his  high  throne  he  hears  the  orphan's  caufe, 
Condemns  oppreflion,  and  fupports  the  laws. 

6  O  favour'd  city  !  long  may  downy  peace, 

May  ev'ry  joy,  thy  happy  people  blefs  !  20 

May  heav'n  it's  choiceft  gifts  on  thee  beftow  ; 

Around  thy  plains  eternal  plenty  flow  ! 

May  that  dread  pow'r,  who  long  thy  facred  hill 

Hath  chofe  for  his  abode,  protect  thee  ftill. 

PSALM      CXXUL 

j  f\  THOU,  who  haft  o'er  all  eternal  fway, 

V^/  Whofe  throne  is  heav'n,  and  whom  the  worlds  obey  ; 
When  griefs  diftrefs,  when  foes  around  me  rife, 
To  thy  paternal  love  I  lift  mine  eyes. 

2  As  with  attentive  eye  the  Have  obferves  5 
His  matter's  beck,  nor  from  his  duty  fwerves ; 

As  views  the  maid  her  miflrefs'  nod  with  care, 

That  me  her  favour  and  her  love  may  fhare ; 

So  wait  our  eyes  on  our  all-clement  Lord, 

Till  he  his  bleft  beneficence  afford,  1© 

3  E'en  now  aflift  us,  and  our  griefs  remove  ; 
Mere  objects  of  reproach,  of  fcorn,  we  prove ; 
Our  foes  infult  us,  and  our  griefs  deride, 
And  utter  their  contempt  with  killing  pride ; 

Our  anguifli'd  fouls  their  infolence  can't  bear, 1 5 

Have  mercy,  Lord,  and  our  confufion  fpare. 

PSALM       CXXIF. 

1    y^vUR  caufe  if  heav'n's  high  king  (may  Ifrqplfey) 
\JP   Had  not  fupported  on  that  doubtful  day  ; 

Z  For  us  had  he  not  fought,  when  haughty  foes 
In  all  their  wrath  and  all  their  fury  rofe  -, 

When 


PSALM      cxxv,    cxxvi.  141 

3  When  they  fa  thirfted  for  our  guiltlefs  blood,  5 
We  ne'er  their  cruel  frenzy  had  withftood. 

4  Like  fierce  impetuous  floods  that  break  their  mounds, 
And  deluge  with  their  fudden  waves  the  grounds, 
On  us  they  'ad  fall'n,  and  fwept  us  clean  away, 

Our  wives,  our  infants,  and  our  lands,  their  prey.  10 

6  But  everlafting  praife  attend  our  God  ! 
From  him  our  fafety  in  our  danger  flow'd  : 

7  By  him  deliver'd  from  their  toils  we  are, 

As  fcapes  the  fparrow  from  the  fowler's  fnare ; 

8  On  his  ilrong  arm  we  ftill  depend  for  aid  5  15 
On  his  alone,  who  heav'n,  who  earth,  hath  made. 

PSALM      CXXV, 

1  /~\N  great  Jehovah  who  in  faith  rely, 
y/   Shall  firmly  Hand,  like  Sion  feated  high  5 
In  vain  'gainft  Sion's  mount  the  winds  arife ; 
She  braves  their  fury,  and  the  ftorm  defies. 

2  As  round  Jerufalem  the  hills  expend,  5 
And  by  their  natural  ftrength  the  town  defend  1 

So  guards  his  tribes  Jehovah  with  his  pow'r ; 
They  never  long  his  wanted  aid  deplore. 

3  Long  as  his  people  to  their  God  are  true, 

Them  mail  the  impious  nations  ne'er  fubdue,  10 

O'er  them  ne'er  exercife  defpotic  fway, 

Nor  lure  their  fouls  from  his  dread  laws  to  flray, 
a.  To  them,  O  Lord,  who  duly  rev'rence  thee, 

Whofe  hearts  are  upright,  fhew  thy  clemency ; 
5  But  all  who  deviate  from  thy  facred  law,  15 

Whofe  fouls  are  fmful,  with  thy  judgments  awe ; 

While  bleft  tranquility  in  Salem  reigns, 

And  peace  and  plenty  crown  her  flow'ry  plains. 

PSALM      CXXVI. 

x  TT7HEN  God  all-clement  heard  his  people's  cries, 
Vy      And  freed  them  from  their  galling  miferies  ; 

When  he  redeem'd  them  with  his  mighty  hand, 

And  fafe-reflor'd  them  to  their  native  land ; 

'Twixt  hope  and  fear  diftracled,  long  they  feem  g 

Like  men  awaking  from  an  irkfome  dream  ; 
2  Then  were  their  forrows  into  laughter  turn'd ; 

They  then  rejoic'd  as  much  as  late  they  mourn'd  \ 

Dried  were  their  tears 'twas  all  one  fcene  of  joy  j 

While  hymn's  of  gratitude  their  tongues  employ,  10 

\  Nor 


142  PSALM      cxxvn. 

'  Nor  lefs  aftonifli'd  at  the  great  event 
The  heathen  were,  and  murmur'd  difcontent : 
What  wonders  hath  their  God  perform  d  ?  they  cry  ; 

3  Wonders  indeed  f  we  therefore  fhout  for  joy. 

4  And  thou  our  brethren,  gracious  God,  reftore ;  1 5 
In  their  hard  bondage  let  them  ugh  no  more ; 

Let  them  return,  and  fill  the  crouded  road  ; 

As,  when  the  fouth-wind  blows,  the  rapid  flood 

Difdains  confinement,  and  breaks  down  it's  mounds, 

And  the  whole  plain  in  one  wide  deluge  drowns.  20 

5  Who  trufts  his  grain  unto  a  barren  foil, 
Anxious  he  fears,  'twill  not  repay  his  toil ; 
But  if  glad  rains  a  plenteous  crop  produce, 
What  fudden  tranfports  o'er  his  foul  difFufe  ? 

6  So  we,  from  exile  happily  return'd,  25 
Where  long  our  fetters  and  our  woes  we  'ad  mournM ; 
Refeated  in  our  native  fields,  are  gay, 

And  our  deliv'rer's  clemency  difplay  5 

Ourfelves  to  life,  to  liberty,  reftor'd, 

We,  raptur'd,  fing  the  mercies  of  our  Lord.  30 

PSALM      CXXTIL 

1  r  a  "HE  great  defign  if  not  Jehovah  blefs, 

X      Vainly  we  fcheme  the  lofty  dome  to  raife  ; 
Nor  wakeful  guards  the  city  can  fecure, 
If  not  protected  by  Almighty  pow'r. 

2  If  heav'n  not  man  in  all  his  toil  fuflain,  5 
He  rifes  early  to  his  work  in  vain, 

In  vain  he  to  his  reft  does  late  repair, 

And  eat  the  bread  of  wearinefs  and  care. 

But  heav'n  your  friend,  your  fchemes  have  fure  fuccefs, 

Profp'rous  your  labours,  and  you  fleep  in  peace.  10 

3  He  ihow'rs  eternal  blefiings  on  your  head, 
Crowns  with  a  num'rous  race  the  genial  bed  : 
With  infant  prate,  diverting  cares  away, 
Around  your  board  the  dear-lov'd  ftriplings  play. 

4  And  Oh  !  what  nobler  blefiings  can  afford  15 
To  his  lov'd  fervants  our  indulgent  Lord  ? 

The  warrior  boafts  not  in  the  dufty  field 
So  fure  a  buckler,  nor  fo  firm  a  ftiield. 

5  Happy  the  man,  whofe  fons  defend  his  life  f 

They're  arms,  that  fail  not  in  the  day  of  ftrife  ;  20 

Afore  the  judge  when  cited  to  appear, 
He'll  not  his  wily  adverfary  fear. 

PSALM 


PSALM      cxxvm,    cxxix,    cxxx.         143 

p  s  a  l  m    cxxrm. 

i  TJE's  trebly  bleft,  who  dreads  th'  omnifcient  God, 
JJj[    And  in  his  perfect  way  with  fear  has  trod, 

2  Himfelf  and  his kind  providence's  care; 

The  produce  of  his  hands  he  long  fhall  {hare, 

3  His  wife,  chafte  objeft  of  his  faithful  loves,  Jj* 
Fills  all  his  wifhes,  and  his  joys  improves  ; 

Like  beauteous  olives  in  a  fruitful  foil, 

His  children  croud  his  board,  and  crown  his  toil. 

4  Thus  bleft  he  lives his  God  will  ftill  bellow  5 

Still  from  his  God  inceflant  bounties  flow ;  10 

And,  more  t'  enhance  his  happinefs,  he  {&es 
His  country  bleft  with  opulence  and  peace  ; 
6  He  fees  his  own  and  country's  welfare  join'd, 
While  fond  parental  tranfports  fill  his  mind ; 
He  fees  his  race  of  ev'ry  good  poffeft,     r  i  £ 

Thanks  his  kind  God,  and  dies  fupremely  bleft. 

.PSALM      CXXIX/ 

1  T">  U  L  L  oft  (may  Ifrael  fay)  invet'rate  foes, 
Jj     E'en  from  our  infant-ftate,  have  caufelefs  rofe; 

z  Full  oft  our  peace,  our  lives,  have  they  affail'd ; 
But  never  yet  their  vilkin-fchemes  prevail'd  : 

3  Oft  heavy  burthens  on  our  backs  they've  laid  j  5 
And  with  their  barb'rous  cruelties  difmay'd. 

4  But  heav'n  is  ever  juft our  bonds  he  broke, 

And  freed  his  people  from  the  galling  yoke. 

5  May  fure  confufion  and  vain  hopes  await 

The  impious  nations  that  our  Sion  hate  :  10 

6  Wither  like  grafs  on  lofty  roofs,  our  foes  ; 
Like  grafs  that  never  to  perfection  grows  -;< 

7  Which,  left  the  paftime  of  the  wanton  wind, 
The  mower  fcorns,  nor  will  the  gleaners  bind  ; 

8  Which  views  the  trav'ller  with  a  carelefs  eye,  jr 
Nor  craves  a  bleffing,  as  he  paifes  by. 


■s 


PSALM      CXXX. 

UNK  in  the  depths  of  woe,  to  thee  I  cried, 
On  thee,  my  God,  in  all  my  griefs  relied  ; 
O  hear  me,  Lord  ;  attend  my  humble  pray'r ; 
The  fad  complainings  of  thy  fervant  hear. 
If  thou,  vindi&ive,  not  our  crimes  forgive, 
Ah  !  who  can  bear  the  dread  award  and  live  ? 


«<  But 


144  PSALM      cxxxi,     cxxxn.' 

4  "  But  ftill,  our  hearts  to  gratitude  to  move, 

"  Thy  dear,  thy  darling  attribute  is  love. 
^  "  In  thy  fure  word  my  only  hope  I  place, 

"  And  wait  the  mercy  of  thy  promis'd  grace.  i© 

6  "  As  longs  the  watchman  for  the  morning  light, 
. t(  Tir'd  with  the  tedious  duty  of  the  night ; 

«  My  anguifh'd  foul,  o'erwhelm'd  in  mifery, 

<f  Afks  for  thy  prefence,  Lord,  and  burns  for  thee." 

7  Hope  in  the  Lord,  yejuftj  his  mercy  flill  tz 
Redeems  from  woe,  when  we  obey  his  will ; 

8  From  all  her  crimes  the  fpotted  foul  he'll  clear, 
Difperfe  each  danger,  and  difpel  each  fear. 

PSALM      CXXXI. 

i  ^^OOD  God,  I  am  not  infolent  and  high, 
VJ    Nor  view  inferiours  with  a  lofty  eye  ; 
On  wings  of  wild  ambition  I  not  foar, 
Nor  things,  too  deep  for  human  flull,  explore. 

2  Humble  and  meek  as  is  a  new-wean'd  child,  $ 
Still  my  behaviour's  affable  and  mild  j 

Not  on  myfelf  I,  arrogant,  rely, 
But  to  the  refuge  of  thy  mercy  fly. 

3  And  you,  ye  pious  tribes,  learn  this  from  me ; 

The  nobleft  merit  is  humility  ;  19 

Not  on  yourfelves,  but  on  your  God,  depend, 
And  he  will  ever,  ever  be  your  friend. 

PSALM      CXXXIL 

t  TJ  E MEMBER,  Lord,  the  toils  that  David  bore ; 
t\.    The  woes  for  thee  he  fuifer'd  heretofore; 

2  Remember  too,  how  folemnly  he  vow'd, 
The  facred  oath  he  took  to  Jacob's  God  ! 

3  "  My  houfe  (he  faid)  mail  not  receive  it's  Lord  ;  5 
"  Reft  to  my  wearied  limbs  mail  not  afford 

"  My  downy  bed  ;  fweet  fleep  mall  not  furprize, 

"  With  all  it's  flatt'ring  lures,  my  drowfy  eyes ; 

<c  Till  firfl  I  know,  a  temple  where  to  raife, 

w  To  his  tremendous  name,  and  fix  the  place."  1© 

6  This  honour  had  I  to  my  natal  plains 
Defign'd ;  but  he,  who  o'er  our  actions  reigns, 
Did  to  my  duteous  foul  himfelf  reveal 

The  happy  region,  where  he  chofe  to  dwell. 

7  Come  then,  ye  tribes,  with  me  your  God  attend,  1 5 
And  in  his  temple  Tore  his  altar  bend  ; 

And 


PSALM 


cxxxni, 


Hi 


S  And  thou,  eternal  God,  propitious,  deign 

With  thy  bright  prefence  to  illume  the  fane  3 
9  Blefs  there  thy  prielts  in  their  devout  employ, 

And  let  the  pious  foul  exult  with  joy.  20 

10  If  e'er  thy  David  with  a  heart  fincere 

To  thee  hath  breath'd  his  unpolluted  pray'r, 

E1en  he,  whom  thou'ft.  adorn'd  with  regal  fway  ; 

Receive  the  vows  his  ofF-fpring  there  fhall  pay. 
f  1   Oft  haft  thou  folemn  fworn,  almighty  Lord,  2£ 

(And  time  fhall  ceafe  ere  thou  forget  thy  word) 

"  Thy  progeny  I'll  on  the  throne  maintain, 

ft  And  they  for  ever  o'er  my  tribes  fhall  reign ; 

12  "  If  ftill  thy  children  will  my  laws  obey, 

"  Nor  from  the  perfect  rule  I  give  them,  ftray ;  30 

"  Their  children  fhall  poffefs  the  regal  pow'r, 

"  Their  children's  children,  e'en  till  time's  no  more. 

13  "  On  Sions  hill  I've  fix'd  my  own  abode  ; 

14  "  Szons  the  favour'd  manfion  of  her  God. 

15  "  With  plenty  her  inhabitants  I'll  blefs,  35 
"  And  crown  her  fertile  plains  with  rich  increafe  : 

16  "  I  to  her  priefts  will  ev'ry  grace  impart, 
"  And  fill  with  folid  joy  each  pious  heart. 

1.7  ■"  From  David's  loins  a  mighty  chief  fhall  fpring, 

"  Whom  all  the  realms  around  fhall  own  their  king ;  40 

"  Whofe  noble  deeds  fhall  grace  the  royal  line, 

"  Whofe  glorious  light  o'er  all  the  earth  fhall  fhine : 

1.8  "  His  enemies  fhall  view  him  with  regret; 

"  While  fhame  and  infamy  their  fouls  await : 

"  Long  fhall  he  reign,  and  have  a  deathlefs  name,  45 

"  And  everlafting  time  record  his  fame." 

PSALM      CXXXIIL 

1  *  I  VHE  mind  fublimer  pleafure  ne'er  receives, 

JL      Nor  earth  a  more  delightful  profpecl  gives, 
Than  when  good  men  their  faithful  friendiliip  prove 
By  cordial  amity  and  mutual  love. 

2  'Tis  like  the  oils,  that,  pour'd  on  Aaron  %  head,  5 
On  his  hoar  beard  their  fragrant  odours  fhed ; 

And  to  his  flowing  robe's  extremeft  hem, 
Diitufmg  rich  perfumes  around  him,  ftream  : 

3  Or  like  the  pearly  dews  the  heav'ns  diftil 

On  Sions  mount,  or  Hermans  flow'ry  hill.  "  JO 

For  where  firm  union  reigns,  celeftial  peace, 
With  all  her  balinv  fweets,  their  fouls  will  blefs ; 

'         '  U  On 


146  PSALM      cxxxiv,     cxxxr. 

On  them  all  bleflings  of  this  life  attend, 
And  in  fmcereft  joy  their  hours  they  fpend. 

PSALM       CXXXIV, 

1  X/E  priefts,  by  night  that  in  his  temple  wait, 

j[      The  praifes  of  your  gracious  God  repeat ; 

2  To  him  your  hands  in  adoration  raife, 

And  mingle  humble  worfhip  with  your  praife. 

3  So  he,  yon  Harry  heav'ns,  this  earth  who  made,  5 
And  ihields  his  favoui'd  Sion  with  his  aid, 

With  eye  benign  your  holy  tranfports  view, 
And  all  the  bleflings  of  his  love  bellow. 

PSALM       CXXXV. 

»      ALL  you,  who  in  his  facred  courts  attend, 

/\    With  humble  awe  who  'fore  his  altars  bend, 

Sing,  fing  the  praifes  of  the  mighty  God, 

And  publifh  his  tremendous  adls  abroad. 
2  Yes ;  praife  his  mercy  in  fublimeft  ltrains  ;  5 

O'er  the  wide  univerfe  fupreme  he  reigns  j 

What  nobler  fubjett  can  the  foul  employ  ? 

What  fill  the  heart  with  more  exalted  joy  ? 

4  'Bove  all  the  various  nations  that  poffefs 

This  fpacious  globe,  his  Ifrael  does  he  blefs  ;  1  o 

Our  happy  tribes  have  long  his  goodnefs  known  ; 
Our  tribes  he  made  peculiarly  his  own. 

5  Say,  hath  he  not  omnipotence  difplay'd  ? 
Can  all  the  gods  that  human  pride  has  made, 

That  impious  nations  ftupidly  adore,  1 5 

With  him  compare  in  majefty  and  pow'r  ? 

6  Awful  he  wills lo  !  heav'ns  and  feas  and  lands 

Obey  fubmiflive  his  fupreme  commands  ; 

His  dread  beheft  the  deep  obedient  hears  ;' 

The  dark  abyfs  her  maker's  voice  reveres.  2Q 

7  He  bids  the  vapours  from  the  earth  arife, 
And  fills  with  genial  rain  the  azure  fkies  ; 
His  forky  lightnings  on  the  rain  attend, 
And,  rapid,  in  vaft  meets  of  flame  defcend  ; 

The  winds  are  his  ;  his  mandate  when  they  hear,  25 

They  burit  their  prifon-doors,  and  fweep  the  air. 

8  Thou,  faithlefs  Egypt,  thou  his  wonders  faw  j 
He  flruck  thy  Pharaoh's  harden'd  heart  with  awe  ; 
Trembled  thy  chiefs  when  they  at  dawn  beheld 

Their  nobleft  herds  and  flocks  beftrew  the  field  ;  30 

And  with  what  killing  anguiih  did  they  figh 

To  fee  their  beft-belov'd,  their  firil-born  die  ?  Great 


PSALM      cxxxvi, 


T47 


10  Great  nations  by  his  arm  did  he  fubdue  ; 
He  mighty  kings  with  all  their  armies  flew  ; 

1 1  Enormous  Og,  proud  Bajhans  plains  who  fway'd,  35 
Dread  Sihon,  whom  the  Amorites  obey'd  ; 

The  haughty  princes  that  in  Canaan  reign'd, 
And  o'er  her  fertile  plains  fweet  rule  maintain'd  : 
iz  Their  lands  to  Ifraelh  faithful  race  he  gave  ; 

Their  lands  new  mailers  and  new  laws  receive  ;  40 

For  ever  ours,  while  we  with  holy  fear 
The  facred  dictates  of  his  will  revere. 

1 3  O  mighty  God,  how  glorious  is  thy  name  ? 
Eternal  ages  fhall  thy  pow'r  proclaim ; 

14  Juft  art  thou,  Lord the  humbled  proud  fhall  own,  45 

Th1  exalted  poor,  that  truth  fupports  thy  throne. 

15  With  thee  compar'd,  the  heathen  gods  how  vain  ? 
What  bright,  what  glorious  deities  they  feign  ? 
Poor  imag'd  nothings,  form'd  of  mining  clay, 

To  whom  their  ftupid  vot'ries  fruitlefs  pray  !  50 

1 6  Mouths,  true  !  they  have,  yet  have  they  not  a  voice  ;  . 
Have  eyes,  yet  cannot  in  the  light  rejoice  ; 

1 7  Their  noftrils  no  rich  fragrant  odours  tafte, 

Nor  with  the  pow'rs  of  fpeech  their  tongues  are  bleil : 

18  Bright  objecls  of  devotion's  holy  flame  !  55 
And  wife  are  they,  fuch  deities  who  frame  ! 

And  wifer  ftill,  beyond  defcription  wife, 
The  man,  who  on  the  god  he  makes,  relies ! 

1 9  Ye  happy  tribes,  from  faithful  Abrham  fprung, 

Ye  priefts,  that  to  his  hallow'd  dome  belong,  60 

And  alfo  all,  who,  {truck  with  pious  fear, 
With  duteous  hearts  the  fov'reign  Lord  revere, 
21  Praife  him,  the  God,  on  Stan's  facred  hill, 
In  Salerno  temple,  who  delights  to  dwell. 

PSALM      CXXXVL 

1   T  N  joyous  hymns  and  in  fublimeft  lays, 
X    The  God  of  gods,  the  great  Jehovah  praife, 
The  God,  o'er  mighty  kings  dread  Lord  alone, 
Who  fuch  ftupendous  miracles  has  done  : 
For  great  his  mercy  ;  equal  with  his  pow'r  ;  5 

Lafts  his  beneficence,  till  time's  no  more. 

5  'Twas  he  by  his  creating  hand  brought  forth, 

From  nought,  yon  worlds  above,  this  fpacious  earth  ; 
This  earth  did  for  his  fav'rile,  man,  provide, 
And  bad  the  waters  to  their  depths  fubflde ;  10 

U  2  Great 


&4-S  PSALM      cxxxvn. 

Great  is  his  mercy,  equal  with  his  pow'r ; 

Lafts  his  beneficence,  till  time's  no  more. 
7  'Twas  he  that  fix'd  the  radiant  lights  on  high, 

With  their  bright  blaze  t'  illume  the  azure  Iky ; 

That  gave  the  fun  to  Ihed  his  beams  by  day,  i  - 

The  moon  to  blefs  the  night  with  milder  ray  ; 

Great  is  his  mercy,  equal  with  his  pow'r ; 

Lafts  his  beneficence,  till  time's  no  more. 
10  When  Ifrael'm  Egyptian  bondage  figh'd, 

By  him  the  nrft-born  of  their  tyrants  died  ;  20 

He  led  his  people  from  the  faithlefs  land, 

By  his  ftrong  arm  and  his  Almighty  hand  : 

Great  is  his  mercy,  equal  with  his  pow'r  ; 

Lafts  his  beneficence,  till  time's  no  more. 
1 3  He  bad  the  fea  her  turbid  waves  divide  ;  ^2£ 

Her  waves  a  rampier  form'd  on  either  fide  ; 

Safely  we  pafs,  and  gain  the  welcome  coaft, 

While  Pharaoh  and  his  threat'ning  bands  are  loft ; 

Great  is  his  mercy,  equal  with  his  pow'r ; 

Lafts  his  beneficence,  till  time's  no  more.  3» 

1 6  Thro'  the  dry  defart  he  his  people  led, 

Slew  mighty  kings,  and  all  their  hofts  difrnay'd  $ 

Great  Sihon  whom  the  Amorites  obey'd, 

And  valiant  Og,  that  Bajhan\  warriors  fway'd  ; 

Great  is  his  mercy,  equal  with  his  pow'r  ;  35 

Lafts  his  beneficence,  till  time's  no  more. 
•2 1   On  Ifrael  he  their  fruitful  lands  beftow'd, 

That  they  might  ever  ferve  their  gracious  God  ; 

And  ftill,  when  in  diftrefs  to  him  they  cry, 

Swift  he  redeems  them  from  the  enemy ;  40 

Great  is  his  mercy,  equal  with  his  pow'r  ; 

Lafts  his  beneficence,  till  time's  no  more.  • 
25   On  him  depend  the  nations  all  for  bread. 

All  by  the  bounty  of  his  love  are  fed ; 

O'er  heav'ns  above,  o'er  earth  beneath,  he  reigns  -3  jl$ 

Praife  all  their  maker  in  exalted  ftrains  ; 

For  great  his  mercy,  equal  with  his  pow'r ; 

Lafts  his  beneficence,  till  time's  no  more. 

PSALM     cxxxvn 

I    TT7HILE  in  fad  anguifh,  Babylon,  wc  fat 

V  V     By  thy  Euphrates'1  ftream,  and  mourn'd  our  fate, 
Bewail'd  our  killing  griefs,  our  galling  chains, 
And,  fruitlefs,  call'd  to  mind  our  natal  plains, 
Thofe  plains,  alas  !  we  fear'd  to  fee  no  more,  5 

What  tongue  can  fpeak  the  cruel  pangs  we  bore  ?  Our 


PSALM      cxxxviii. 


H9 


2  Our  harps,  that  wont  to  tune  our  maker's  praife, 
That  fweetly  anfwer'd  to  our  joyous  lays, 

Qur  idle  harps,  that  long  had  been  unftrung, 

Then  filent,  on  the  mournful  willows  hung.  io 

3  'Twas  then  our  tyrants  thus  their  taunts  expreft ; 
(E'en  they  who  laid  our  glorious  Salem  walte) 

"  Now  tune  your  voices  to  the  heav'nly  Itrains 

"  That  us'd  to  glad  your  hearts  on  Judah's  plains." 

4  Shall  Babylon  our  heav'nly  anthems  hear,  1 5 
The  praifes  of  our  God,  with  impious  fneer  ? 

Shall  they  with  blafphemy  our  fongs  deride, 
While  thus  we  fing  to  footh  their  barb'rous  pride  ? 

5  O  dear-lov'd  Salem,  if  I  thee  forget, 

And  that  bright  hill,  where  fix'd  our  God  his  feat ;  39 

If  I  not  thee  'bove  ev'ry  good  defire,  * 

May  then  my  hand  forget  to  tune  the  lyre  ; 

May  fail  my  voice,  when  I,  as  wont,  wou'd  fing 

My  daily  hymns  to  our  Almighty  king. 

Nor  thou,  Jehovah,  thou  forget  the  wrongs,  25 

That  fell  from  Edoms  vile  invenonfd  tongues ; 

When  with  unbated  malice  they  egg'd  on 

The  rageful  foe  to  raze  the  facred  town. 
§  Thou  too,  O  Babylon,  thy  fate  malt  mourn, 

And  fure  deilruclion  waits  thee  in  thy  turn ;  30 

Happy  is  he,  who  in  our  caufe  mail  rife, 

And  well  repay  thy  horrid  cruelties  ! 
9  Happy,  who,  deaf  unto  the  matron's  moans, 

Shall  dam  thy  tender  infants  'gainit  the  ftones  ? 

PSALM      CXXXVIIL 

1  TTV  A UNTL E  S  S,  thy  pow'r  I'll  fing  in  nobleit  lays ; 

1  3   'Fore  earth's  proud  tyrants  thee,  my  God,  I'll  praife. 

2  To  thy  bleft  temple  I  my  eyes  will  turn, 
That  hallow'd  dome  thy  prefence  does  adorn  ; 

Thy  truth,  thy  mercy,  and  thy  love  proclaim,  c 

And  celebrate  in  tuneful  hymns  thy  name. 

3  To  thee  I  plain'd,  and  thou  didll  hear  my  cry  ; 
Didft  to  my  trembling  foul  due  flrength  fupply. 

4  Earth's  fceptred  kings  when  they  thy  word  mall  hear, 

With  humble  rev'rence  mall  thy  praife  declare  ;  tQ 

5  Thy  law  fiiall  own,  thy  mighty  name  adore, 
And  fmg  the  awful  glories  of  thy  pow'r. 

6  Tho'  feated  high  on  his  etherial  throne, 
Yet  on  the  lowly  looks  Jehovah  down  ; 

And,  while  the  proud  difdainful  heart  he  fcorns,  1 5 

The  poor  he  Joves,  and,  gracious,  %o  hi$i  turns,  Ivjg 


150  PSALM      cxxxix. 

7  Me  tho*  a  thoufand  dangers  fhou'd  furround, 
Tho'  arm  ten  thoufand  foes,  my  foul  to  wound ; 
From  him  I  fwift  deliv'rance  fhou'd  receive, 

And,  free  from  peril,  in  his  mercy  Irve.  2© 

8  His  great  beneficence  he  'as  ever  fhewn, 

He,  that  will  perfect  what  he  'as  once  begun  ; 
His  humble  fervant,  faithful,  he  protects, 
And  ne'er  the  work  of  his  own  hand  rejects. 

PSALM       CXXXIX, 

1  3Tj>ORE  thee,  O  gracious  God,  I  Hand  confefl ; 

P    Thou  view'fl  the  inmoft  fecrets  of  my  breaft ; 

2  Whate'er  my  heart  conceives,  my  hands  have  done, 
Howe'er  from  man  conceal'd,  to  thee  is  known  : 

3  My  night's  repofe,  the  travail  of  my  days,  5 
Thy  wifdom  fearches,  and  thy  eye  furveys  : 

4  Nor  from  my  tongue  drops  one  unheeded  word, 
But  ftrait  thou  hear'ft  it,  O  omnifcient  Lord  : 

5  Whate'er  I  am,  my  frame,  behind,  before, 

Is  all  the  bright  exertion  of  thy  pow'r.  1 » 

6  Such  knowledge  far  tranfcends  the  narrow  bound* 
Of  human  lore,  and  all  our  pride  confounds. 

7  O  how  lhall  I  thy  awful  pretence  ihun  ? 
To  what  dark  corner  from  thy  fpirit  run  ? 

8  If  I  afcend  to  yon  celeftial  fphere,  1 5 
Lo  !  thou  in  dreadful  majefty  art  there  : 

To  hell's  drear  fhade  if  I  direct  my  road, 
E'en  there  I  find  the  omniprefent  God. 

9  Me  with  her  rofeate  car  if  morn  fupply, 

And  to  the  limits  of  the  weft  I  fly  ;  2© 

10  *Tis  vain ;  ftill  in  thy  prefence  I  mail  ftand, 
Expos'd  to  all  the  thunder  of  thy  hand. 

1 1  Say,  fhall  I  hide  me  in  the  gloomy  night  ? 
Alas  !  thy  prefence  makes  the  darknefs  light ; 

Thy  prefence  drives  the  darknefs  far  away  ;  25 

With  thee  there's  no  alternate  night  and  day. 

1 3  Thou  form'ft  the  clofe  receffes  of  the  mind, 
And  in  thofe  clofe  receiTes  thee  I  find  : 
When  a  rude  embryo  in  the  womb  I  lay, 

Thou  gav'ft  a  cov'ring  to  my  growing  clay.  30 

14  The  perfect  model  of  my  frame  difplays 

Thy  wond'rous  wifdom,  and  extorts  my  praife  ; 
My  mind  runs  o'er  thy  works  with  awe  unfeign'd, 
And  owns  the  pow'r  fhe  cannot  comprehend  : 

15  Owns,  wfcn  at  firft  in  fecret  I  was  made,  35 
Thine  eye  the  gloomy  dwelling  dH  pervade  ;                    To 


PSALM      cxl.  jp 

To  forming  nature  was  the  certain  guide, 
And  o'er  the  curious  texture  did  preiide. 

1 6  Thou  knew'ft  me,  Lord,  while  yet  my  limbs  were  nought, 
For  in  thy  book  my  formlefs  limbs  were  wrote ;  40 
And,  'fore  they  were,  thy  wonder-working  mind 

Their  various  powVs,  their  ftated  hours,  defign'd. 

1 7  This  when  my  foul  revolves,  in  wild  amaze 
She's  loft,  and  can  but  offer  up  her  praife ; 

And  vainly  me  attempts  to  number  o'er  *g 

The  dread  ftupendous  wonders  of  thy  pow'r : 

1 8  For  with  much  greater  eafe  I'd  count  the  fand 
Which  caft  the  flowing  tides  upon  the  ftrand, 
E'en  tho'  I  mould  eternal  vigils  keep, 

And  ne'er  indulge  my  eyes  in  balmy  fleep.  50 

1 9  O  when  wilt  thou  the  impious  race  deilroy, 
Whofe  thirft  is  blood,  and  homicide  their  joy  ; 

20  Who  with  their  villain-tongues  thy  works  blafpheme, 
And,  wanton  in  their  guilt,  profane  thy  name  ? 

21  Say,  are  not  they  the  objects  of  my  hate,  55 
Who  dare  thy  facred  ftatutes  violate  ? 

Count  I  not  them  among  my  enemies, 

Who  thee  blafpheme,  and  thy  dread  pow'r  defpife  ? 

22  Yes ;  fure  I  hate  them,  nor  my  friends  fn all  be 

The  impious  crouds,  who  dare  dishonour  thee  ?  60 

23  O  fearch,  all -clement  God,  my  honeft  mind  ; 
Thou'lt  ftill  thy  love  my  ruling  pajjion  find  : 

24  If  with  the  wicked  I  thy  laws  contemn, 
Confign  me  to  eternal  woes  with  them  ; 

If  with  the  righteous  I  thy  laws  obey,  65 

Guide  me  with  them  to  everlafting  day. 

PSALM      CXL. 

1  T)RE SERVE  me,  Lord,  from  that  infidious  croud, 
J7    Thofe  cruel  foes,  who've  long  my  death  purfued, 

2  Who  mifchiefs  'gainil  me  conftantly  prepare, 
Threaten  my  ruin,  and  denounce  a  war  : 

3  Whofe  tongues  their  deadly  flanders  fcatter  round,  £ 
And  far  more  deeply  than  a  viper  wound  : 

4  Defend  me  from  their  villainous  deceit, 
And  fhield  me  from  the  violence  they  threat. 

5  For  my  poor  foul  in  ambufcade  they  lie, 

And  hope  t'  enfnare  me  by  their  treachery.  10 

6  But  thou,  whom  long  my  only  ftrength  I've  made, 
Hear,  when  I  pray,  and  haflen  to  my  aid  ; 

7  My  great  falvation  thou,  my  Lord,  my  God  ; 

Oft  haft  thou  aid  in  doubtful  times  beftow'd,  Now 


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8  Now  too,  make  all  their  hopes,  their  counfels  void,  ic 
Their  fouls  infatuate,  and  confound  their  pride. 

9  On  their  own  heads  fall  all  their  killing  wrongs  ; 
Wound  their  own  fouls  the  arrows  of  their  tongues : 

I  o  From  heav'n  pour  down  thy  dread  confuming  fire ; 

Deep  in  th'  avenging  flame  let  them  expire  ;  20 

I I  Drive  falfe  detractors,  from  our  earth  away, 
And  in  their  horrid  fate  thy  pow'r  difplay. 

1 2  Thou  wilt,  I  know,  griev'd  innocence  fuftain  : 

To  thee  the  injur'd  ne'er  apply  in  vain. 
%3  Therefore  the  righteous  in  thy  prefence  dwell,  25 

Sing  to  thy  name,  and  all  thy  praifes  tell. 

PSALM      CXLI. 

1 0  thee,  all-clement  God,  I  conftant  cry ; 
O  hear  me,  and  immediate  aid  fupply  : 

2  'Fore  thee  in  pray'r  when  thy  griev'd  fervant  falls, 
And  on  thy  name  with  hands  uplifted  calls  ; 

Hear  him,  as  when  with  incenfe  he  adores,  £ 

And  the  pure  off 'ring  on  thy  altar  pours. 

3  By  thy  dread  fear  be  Hill  my  tongue  reftrain'd, 
Guard  clofe  my  lips,  that  I  not  thee  offend  : 

4  Preferve  me  fteady  in  the  perfedt  road, 

That  I  with  fmners  ne'er  blafpheme  my  God  ;.  10 

Never  with  them  in  horrid  guilt  combine, 
But  in  their  impious  off 'rings  fcorn  to  join. 

5  Me  rather  fmite  the  righteous  and  reprove  ; 
I'll  count  it  all  the  kind  refult  of  love  ; 

More  welcome  this,  than  when  in  flatt'ring  guife,  15 

With  foothing  fpeech,  deceitful  men  entice. 

6  When  fall  the  wicked  from  their  high  eflate, 
And  mourn  their  fad  viciflitude  of  fate ; 
May  they  reflett,  how  friendly  I  advis'd, 

The  wholefome  warnings  that  they  late  defpis'd.  29 

7  For  me,  thro'  terror  of  impending  death, 

Hang  loofe  my  fhatter'd  bones,  and  faint  I  breathe ; 
My  bones  are  fhatter'd  like  the  tumbling  oak, 
That  mourns  it's  honours  fall'n,  it's  branches  broke.. 

8  But  thou,  almighty  God,  that  rul'ft  on  high,  -2^ 
Thou  art  my  hope  ;  I  on  thy  aid  rely  : 

9  Defend  my  life  from  each  infidious  lhare, 
From  all  the  toils  my  cruel  foes  prepare  : 

10  Let  me  efcape,  while  I,  enraptur'd,  fee 

Thofe  foes  deitroy'd  thro'  their  own  perfidy.  3© 

PSALM 


PSALM      cxlii,     cxliii,  153 

PSALM      CXLIL 

1  \T /ITH  ardent  voice  unto  the  Lord  I  cry  ; 

\ y      With  uplift  hands  implore  his  clemency. 

2  To  him  lay  open  all  my  fecret  grief, 
And  in  fad  anguifh  beg  his  fwift  relief. 

3  While  in  the  depths  of  woe,  O  God,  I  lay,  £ 
Thou  know 'ft  how  firm  I  trod  the  perfect  way  -, 

Thou  know'ft  how  my  inhuman  foes  prepar'd 
Their  toils,  thy  faithful  fervant  to  Ve  enfnar'd. 

4  I  look'd  for  aid,  but  no  kind  friend  was  near  ; 

No  friend,  my  faint  and  finking  foul  to  chear  ;  i  o 

No  faithful  friend  to  curb  my  cruel  foes, 

To  flem  the  torrent,  and  their  wrongs  t1  oppofe. 

5  'Twas  then,  thy  mercy  I  invok'd,  O  Lord, 
Call'd  thee  my  refuge,  and  thy  aid  implor'd, 

Refolv'd,  while  life  thou  gav'ft  me  to  enjoy,  £5 

On  thee  and  thy  protection  to  rely. 

6  O  hear  me  now,  for  I'm  in  great  diftrefs, 
With  killing  wrongs  the  men  of  blood  opprefs. 

J  From  the  drear  prifon  thou  thy  fervant  raife, 

That  he  thy  great,  thy  glorious  name  may  praife  ;  20 

That  thee  the  righteous  may  in  hymns  extol ; 
The  God  whofe  goodnefs  guards  the  humble  foul. 

PSALM    CXLIIL 

1  /"V  SOV1  REIGN  Lord,  my  fuppliant  plainings  hear  ; 
V_/  Give  to  my  mournful  plea  a  lift'ning  ear ; 

Thy  wonted  faith,  thy  wonted  juftice  mew, 
And  fhield  me,  fave  me,  from  th'  obdurate  foe. 

2  Yet  not  my  life  too  ftricUy  thou  furvey,  5 
Since  none  fo  perfectly  thy  laws  obey, 

None  o'er  their  paflions  hold  fo  firm  command, 
As  pure,  as  guiltlefs,  in  thy  fight  to  ftand. 

3  Lo  !  my  fierce  enemy  affaults  my  foul ; 

The  victim  of  his  villain-hate  I  fall.  10 

My  difmal  dwelling  in  the  dark  I  have, 

Like  them  who  long  have  moulder'dTin  the  grave. 

4  Therefore  my  foul  was  overwhelm'd  with  grief ; 
My  heart  v/ell  nigh  defpair'd  to  aik  relief: 

5  Yet  I  remember'd  ftill,  (and  ftill  ador'd)  .  115 
That  not  in  vain  our  anceftcrs  implor'd 

Thy  gracious  mercy  ;  when  thy  pitying  hand 
Difpell'd  their  dangers,  and  their  fouls  Uiflair/d, 

6  This  gives  me  courage  to  fupport  my  fate  , 

With  confidence  thy  mercy  I  intreat ;  20 

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154  PSALM      cxliv. 

For  thee  I  long,  as  long  the  thirfty  plains, 

Parch'd  by  the  fultry  heat,  for  kindly  rains. 
7  Then  hear,  all-clement  God  ;  fwift  aid  impart, 

Droops  my  afflitted  foul,  and  fails  my  heart : 

Shoud'ft  thou  in  anger  turn  thy  face  away,  2C 

Soon  death  wou'd  drive  me  from  the  realms  of  day. 
S  In  thee  alone  I  hope,  on  thee  rely ; 

With  gracious  fpeed  to  my  afliftance  fly  ; 

To  thee  my  foul  looks  up,  to  only  thee  ; 

Save  her,  my  God,  and  give  her  liberty.  3© 

9  O  fhield  her  from  the  infults  of  her  foes, 

For  thee  her  fortrefs  and  her  rock  {he  chofe. 

10  Wife,  good  and  juft,  art  thou dired  my  will, 

That  I  thy  (latutes  ever  may  fulfil ; 

That  I  no  ear  to  error's  lure  may  give,  35 

But  in  the  paths  of  duty  ever  live. 

1 1  And  that  the  grateful  tribes  thy  name  may  praife, 
Give  me  the  bleffings  of  my  former  days  ; 
And,  that  thy  juftice  may  to  all  appear, 

Relieve  me  from  this  burthen  of  my  fear.  40 

\2  Thy  fervant  I my  griefs  in  mercy  view, 

And  let  thy  vengeance  my  fell  foes  purfue  ; 
Deftroy  them,  that  they  not  diftrefs  me  more, 
And  I'll  that  mercy  gratefully  adore. 

PSALM       CXLlr. 

1  /~S  GRACIOUS  God,  thy  glorious  name  be  prais'd  ! 
V^/  'Tis  thou  that  oft  my  drooping  foul  haft  rais'd ; 

By  thee  infpir'd,  what  wonders  I've  perform'd, 
What  armies  routed,  and  what  rampiers  ftorm'd  ? 

2  That  life,  that  health,  that  manly  vigour's  mine,  5 
That  I  with  bright  unfullied  honours  fhine, 

That  oft  I've  triumph'd  o'er  the  enemy, 
And  rule  o'er  mighty  realms,  I  owe  to  thee. 

3  O  great  Creator  !  what  is  man,  that  thou 

To  him  doit  fuch  continued  favour  {hew,  te 

Such  wond'rous  bleffings  doft  for  him  prepare, 
And  conitant  guarcrft  him  with  paternal  care  ? 

4  What,  but  the  empty  pageant  of  a  day, 
That  like  a  fhadow,  fwiftly  fleets  away  ! 

5  Bow  down  thy  heav'ns,  O  mighty  God  ;  defcend ;  1 5 
And  let  thy  radiant  guard  their  king  attend  ; 

Let  at  thy  prefence  clouds  of  fmoak  arife, 
From  out  th'  aftonifiYd  hills,  and  {hade  the  ikies. 

6  Bid  the-  vaft  father  with  thy  lightnings  glow, 

And  with  thy  flamjng  arrows  ftrike  the  foe.  20 

Stretch 


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7  Stretch  forth  thy  aiding  hand,  and,  gracious,  fave 
From  the  drear  horrors  of  the  threat'ning  grave  - 
Thy  faithful  fervant ;  lo  !  with  impious  rage 
The  villain-rout  againft  my  peace  engage ; 

S  With  words  of  death  they  arm  their  venom'd  tongues,         25 
And  fill  their  cruel  hands  with  fatal  wrongs. 

9  In  hymns  of  joy  I  then  my  voice  will  raife, 
And  tune  my  lyre,  to  celebrate  thy  praife. 

I  o  Thou  hear'ft  the  pleading  monarch  in  diftrefs, 

And  with  deliv'rance  doft  thy  David  blefs  ;  30 

I I  Yes ;  with  thy  mighty  hand  propitious  fave 
From  the  drear  horrors  of  the  threat'ning  grave 
Thy  finking  fervant ;  lo  !  with  impious  rage 
The  villain-rout  againft  my  peace  engage  ; 

With  words  of  death  they  arm  their  venom'd  tongues,        3  5 

And  fill  their  cruel  hands  with  fatal  wrongs . 
12  In  ftrength,  in  vigour,  may  our  youth  improve, 

As  in  a  fruitful  foil  the  laurel  grove  ; 

Lovely  and  blooming  may  our  maids  become, 

Like  polifh'd  columns  of  the  ftately  dome.  40 

!  3  May  our  rich  fields  a  golden  plenty  yield ; 

May  with  their  yellow  iheaves  our  barns  be  filTd  ; 

And  fail  our  flocks  increafe  their  fleecy  breed, 

That  fcarce  our  grafly  plains  their  numbers  feed. 

1 4  Strong  for  his  labour  prove  the  fturdy  fleer,  45 
While  no  fhrill  clarion  ftrikes  our  hearts  with  fear  ; 

While  no  fierce  foe  our  peaceful  cities  threats, 
No  moaning,  no  complaining,  fills  our  ftreets." 

1 5  Bleft  are  the  people,  who  without  alloy 

Such  fweet  felicities  as  thefe  enjoy  !  ,50 

Yes ;  trebly  bleft  are  they,  whofe  God's  the  Lord, 
The  dread  Supreme,  by  heav'n,  by  earth,  ador'd  ! 

PSALM       CXLV. 

1  TT7HILE  lafts  this  folid  globe,  my  God,  my  king, 

V  V     Thy  name,  thy  pow'r,  thy  majefty,  I'll  fing ; 

2  Both  night  and  day  my  grateful  voice  I'll  raife, 
And  ev'ry  hour  fhall  hear  me  hymn  thy  praife. 

3  Great  art  thou,  Lord,  and  mighty  is  thy  pow'r,  5 
Too  great  for  human  wifdom  to  explore  ! 

4  Yet,  while  yon  ftarry  lights  abo</e  fhall  roll; 
Thy  mighty  a£b  fhall  ev'ry  age  extol. 

5  With  me  the  varied  nations  all  around 

Thy  majefty,  thy  glory,  fnall  refound  ;  1  o 

Qld  hoary  age  fhall  teach  each  lift'ning  fon, 
With  pious  joy,  the  wonders  thou  haft  done ; 

Xz  With 


ir6  T    S    A    L    M      cxlvi; 


7  With  raptur'd  hearts  fhall  hear  th'  aftonilh'd  youth 
Thy  juftice,  thy  beneficence,  thy  truth  : 

8  How  thou  the  wretched,  gracious,  doft  relieve,  1 5 
How  flow  to  wrath,  how  ready  to  forgive  ; 

9  How  good  to  all ;  how  all  yon  orbs  above, 
This  earth  beneath,  thy  gracious  goodnefs  prove, 

10  Thy  works,  O  God,  and  all  thy  faints  fhall  join 

To  hail  thy  glorious  name  in  hymns  divine ;  7.0 

1 1  With  joyous  tranfport  their  Creator  fing, 
The  pow'r,  the  glory,  of  their  heav'nly  king ; 

12  And  to  all  ages  and  all  nations  fhew, 
What  to  the  ruler  of  the  world  they  owe. 

13  Eternal  pow'r  is  thine  ;  fhall  la  ft  thy  pow'r,  25 
When  dies  the  world,  when  time  itfelf's  no  more. 

14  Thou  lift'ft  the  humble  from  their  low  diftrefs, 
And  giv'ft  them  affluence,  and  giv'ft  them  peace. 

15  On  thee  all  eyes  are  fix'd,  nor  fix'd  in  vain  ; 

Thy  bounteous  pow'r  all  nature  does  fuftain  :  30 

5  6  Thy  hand  thou  open'ft,  and  on  all  below, 
To  their  defire,  unnumber'd  blefTings  flow. 

1 7  Thy  truth,  O  God,  demands  continued  praife, 
Juft  in  thy  works,  and  holy  in  thy  ways  ! 

18  And  they  who  to  their  God  in  faith  apply,  35 
Share  ftrait  thy  goodnefs  and  thy  clemency  ; 

1 9  And  they,  who  to  their  God  approach  in  fear, 
Prove  ftrait,  all-clement,  thou  their  fuit  wilt  heas. 

20  Thou  giv'ft  them,  ev'ry  blefiing  to  enjoy, 

And  doft  their  impious  enemies  deftroy  ;  4© 

21  Therefore  with  me  all  earth  fhall  fing  thy  praife, 
Shall  hymn  thy  pow'r  in  ever-grateful  lays. 

PSALM       CXLVL 

1   TT7JIILE  thou  permit'ft  me,  Lord,  the  light  t' enjoy, 
V V      Thy  praifes  fhall  my  grateful  tongue  employ ; 
While  o'er  my  limbs  fhall  flow  life's  purple  ftream, 
I'll  make  thy  glory  and  thy  pow'r  my  theme. 

3  Confider  all,  how  weak  it  is,  how  vain,  5 
To  truft  in  the  moft  potent  fons  of  men, 

Even  in  thofe,  whom  mighty  realms  obey, 
Lords  of  the  earth,  exulting  in  their  fway  ! 

4  Lo  !  foon  their  frail  mortality  they  mourn  \ 

Soon  to  their  parent  nothing  they  return  ;  J  o 

And,  when  the  icey  hands  of  death  afiail, 

Their  deep-laid  fchemes,  their  wily  counfels,  fail. 

5  But  bleft  is  he,  who  fteadily  relies 

On  that  great  God  who  rules  above  the  fkjes ; 

Who 


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Who  fixes  all  his  hopes  on  him  alone,  15 

Whom  heav'n,  whom  earth,  their  great  Jehovah  own. 

6  The  heav'ns  he  made,  the  earth,  the  liquid  main, 
And  all  that  heav'ns  and  earth  and  fea  contain  ; 
Firm  is  his  truth,  inviolate  his  word ; 

Ne'er  from  his  gracious  promife  fwerves  the  Lord.  20 

7  When  cruel  tyrants  humble  fouls  opprefs, 

He  hears  their  cry,  and  gives  them  fwift  redrefs  j 
He  feeds  the  hungry,  and  the  naked  cloaths, 
And  on  the  captive  liberty  bellows. 

8  The  blind,  the  lame,  from  him  foft  pity  find ;  25 
He  gives  the  lame,  to  walk,  to  fee,  the  blind  : 

Thejuft,  the  righteous,  his  high  favour  prove, 
The  juft,  bleft  objects  of  his  heav'nly  love. 

9  He  the  'lorn  widow  and  her  babes  befriends ; 

He  the  poor  ftranger  in  his  path  attends ;  *  30 

The  guilty  wretch  he  in  his  fchemes  appalls  ; 
By  his  avenging  thunder  ftruck,  he  falls  ! 
\  o  Therefore,  while  yon  bright  lamps  illume  the  iky, 
While  yon  gay  fun  his  joyous  light  fupply  ; 
Our  God  on  Sions  facred  hill  mail  reign,  35 

And  o'er  the  nations  endlefs  rule  maintain, 

PSALM       CXLVII. 

j  TN  loftieft  (trains  the  great  eternal  praife  ; 
X   Sing,  fing  his  glory  in  fublimeft  lays  ; 
What  nobler  fubjeft  can  the  foul  employ  ? 
Can  charm  her  more  ? 'tis  ecftafy 'tis  joy  f 

2  Sure,  Salem,  thou  wilt  gladly  fing  the  Lord,  5 
Thee  to  thy  wonted  glory  who  reftor'd, 

Who  freed  thy  captive-fons  from  galling  chains, 
And  fafely  led  them  to  their  natal  plains. 

3  'Tis  he  that  gives  the  anguifh'd  fpirit  eafe, 

Heals  up  our  wounds,  and  fooths  our  fouls  to  peace :  10 

4  He  numbers  all  the  (tarry  worlds  above  ; 

He  gives  them  names,  and  at  his  will  they  move. 

5  Great  is  his  glory,  infinite  his  pow'r  3 

And  who  his  boundlefs  wifdom  can  explore  ? 

6  The  meek  are  his,  and  he  rewards  their  worth, 
While  feel  the  wicked  his  avenging  wrath. 

7  With  grateful  hearts  the  great  Jehovah  fing ; 
And  tune  his  praifes  on  the  warbling  firing  ; 

§  'Tis  he  the  heav'ns  with  low'ring  clouds  obfcures ; 
That  on  the  plains  fends  down  his  fruitful  fhow'rs ;  20 

That  on  the  mountains  bids  his  grafs  to  grow, 
And  makea  the  barren  hills  with  plenty  now ; 

Tie 


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158  PSALM      cxlviii. 

9  The  beflial  tribes  that  with  their  food  fupplies, 
And  hears  the  callow  raven,  when  he  cries. 

10  Not  in  the  valiant  chief,  the  man  of  might,  25 
Nor  in  the  warrior-fleed,  he  takes  delight ; 

11  But  in  thofe  humble  fouls,  fincerely  juft, 
Who  fear  his  name,  and  in  his  mercy  trufh 

1 2  Thy  mighty  God,  O  happy  Salem,  praife ; 

The  tuneful  voice,  ye  fons  of  Sion,  raife  ;  30 

1 3  Your  gates  he  binds  with  adamantine  bars ; 
He  ev'ry  blefling  for  your  race  prepares ; 

14  He  crowns  your  cities  and  your  plains  with  peace  1 
And  gives  your  yellow  harvefts  rich  increafe  : 

15  His  awful  voice  our  earth  obedient  hears,  35 
And  with  her  plenteous  gifts  all  nature  chears  -, 

1 6  His  hoary  frofts  he  fcatters  on  the  plains, 
And  o'er  the  hills  his  fnowy  fleeces  rains ; 

1 7  He  binds  the  waters  with  his  freezing  air ; 

His  cold,  fay,  feeble  mortal,  can'ft  thou  bear  ?  40 

1 8  He  bids  at  will  the  milder  winds  to  blow ; 
The  air  grows  warmer,  and  the  waters  flow  : 

19  On  Jacob  he  his  facred  laws  bellow  d ; 
His  heav'nly  ftatutes  to  his  Ifrael  fhew'd  : 

20  Not  thus  to  other  nations  he  hath  done,  45 
Nor  they  his  ftatutes  nor  his  laws  have  known. 

PSALM      CXLVIII. 

1  XTE  bright  celeftial  choir,  who  live  above, 

j[     Who  o'er  the  heav'nly  plains  at  pleafure  rove ; 
Devoid  of  mortal  crime,  or  grief,  or  care ; 
The  praifes  of  the  eternal  God  declare. 

2  And  you,  ye  bleft  cherubick  hofts,  that  wait  5 
More  near  around  your  great  Creator's  feat, 

Ever  prepar'd  his  mandate  to  obey, 

In  joyous  hymns  his  boundlefs  pow'r  difplay. 

3  And  thou,  O  fun,  who  gild'ft  the  day  with  light, 

And  thou,  O  moon,  pale  emprefs  of  the  night ;  I  • 

And  you,  ye  flars,  with  dimmer  ray  that  ihine, 
Sing  forth  his  mighty  name,  his  pow'r  divine. 

4  And  you,  ye  various  orbs,  aloft  that  roll, 
Scarce  vifible  to  the  enquiring  foul ; 

And  you,  ye  waters,  far  above  that  lie,  15 

Beyond  the  regions  of  the  azure  fky ; 

5  All,  all,  the  glory  of  your  God  proclaim ; 
From  his  Almighty  word  your  being  came ; 

6  Your  being  ilill  his  awful  pow'r  maintains, 

And  binds  you  fall  in  adamantine  chains ;  20 

Fix'd 


PSALM      cxLix. 


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Fix'd  is  your  period,  and  you  roll  fecure, 

From  all  th'  aflaults  of  time,  till  time's  no  more, 
7  And  thou,  O  parent-earth,  that  li'ft  fupine, 

And  thou,  O  Tea,  do  thou  the  concert  join; 

And  you,  ye  monftrous  tyrants  of  the  main,  25 

Which  float  exulting  o'er  her  watery  plain  : 
g  Ye  fires,  ye  ratling  hails,  ye  fleecy  mows, 

Ye  mifts,  ye  rains,  each  ftormy  wind  that  blows  j 
9  Ye  tow'ring  hills,  or  you  who  gently  rife, 

Or  you  whofe  lofty  heights  eclipfe  the  Ikies ;  30 

Ye  trees,  or  you  whofe  fruits  the  fields  beftrew, 

Or  you,  who,  fterile,  in  the  foreft  grow  ; 

10  Ye  favage  beftials,  all  that  fhun  the  plain, 

Or  you,  who  love  the  neighbourhood  of  man ; 

Ye  reptile  tribes  that  humbly  trail  the  ground,  35 

Ye  winged  birds,  that  fkim  the  air  around  ; 

1 1  Ye  various  nations  of  the  human  race, 
Howe'er  diftindl  in  rank,  difper'ft  in  place  ; 
Or  born  to  hold  on  earth  imperial  fway, 

Or  born  fome  lordly  ruler  to  obey.  4^ 

1 2  Howe'er  diftinct  in  age,  in  fex,  you  are, 

•  Or  youths  in  prime  of  life,  or  maidens  fair, 
Or  juft  now  trembling  on  the  verge  of  life, 
Or  Grangers  yet  to  all  it's  cares  and  ftrife ; 

13  All,  all,  the  praifes  of  your  God  proclaim,  45 
All,  give  the  honour  due  unto  his  name  -, 

All,  all,  in  heav'n,  on  earth,  make  him  their  theme, 
All,  own  with  grateful  tongues,  he's  Lord  fuprerrie, 

14  And  you,  O  Ijrael,  from  your  mouths  is  due 

Eternal  praife,  for  much  to  him  ye  owe  ;  50 

Peculiar  objedls  of  his  boundlefs  love, 

Your  thankful  hearts  in  joyous  anthems  prove, 

PSALM      CXLIX. 

1  "T  N  ftrains  before  unfung,  in  noblelt  lays, 

X   Ye  faints  of  his,  your  great  Creator  praife. 

2  Ye  fons  of  Ifrael ;  'tis  to  him  you  owe 

Your  life,  your  glory  ;  grateful  rapture  fhew  : 

Ye  blooming  train,  that  round  our  Sion  throng,  5 

Sing  to  your  heav'niy  king  a  joyous  fong  ; 

3  Jpin  in  the  dance  in  honour  of  his  name  j 

With  timbrels  and  with  harps  his  praife  proclaim. 

4  All-clement,  he  his  happy  people  loves, 

And  their  religious  melody  approves  ;  1© 

And  everlafting  joy  will  he  beftow 
On  all  that  humbly  'fore  his  altar  bow, 

Sing 


x6o  PSALM      cl. 

5  Sing  then,  ye  faints,  his  glory  all  the  day, 
His  mighty  a&s,  his  wond'rous  works  difplay ; 

And  in  the  folemn  filence  of  the  night,  1 5 

Ere  laid  to  reft,  Jehovah" %  praife  recite. 

6  Your  dread  Creator's  praife  your  bleft  employ, 
Let  heav'n's  high  concave  eccho  with  your  joy ; 
While  wield  your  nervous  arms  th'  avenging  fword 

Againft  the  nations  that  reject  his  word.  20 

7  Dread  punifhments  (hall  then  their  fouls  await ; 
They  fly they  fall perdition  is  their  fate 

8  Their  fceptred  kings,  their  haughty  chieftains,  mourn 
In  hard,  in  ruthlefs  chains,  their  fate  forlorn  ; 

9  And  thus  they  feel  from  your  victorious  hand  25 
The  heavy  woes  your  God  had  fore-ordain'd ; 

While  thro'  the  regions  of  the  world  mall  fly 
Your  bright  renown,  your  glorious  victory. 

PSALM       CL. 

j  T    ET  great  Jehovah  animate  bur  ftrains ; 
1  j  To  him  yon  fpacious  firmament  pertains ; 
High  'bove  yon  ftarry  heav'ns  he  reigns  fupreme  ; 
Yon  ftarry  heav'ns  his  boundlefs  pow'r  proclaim. 

2  His  glorious  deeds  in  tuneful  numbers  fing  ;  5 
Difplay  the  majefty  of  heav'n's  high  king  ; 

3  With  it's  fhrill  clangor  bid  the  trumpet  join 
The  lute,  the  pfalt'ry,  harmony  divine  ! 

4  With  timbrels  bid  the  virgins  all  advance, 

To  celebrate  his  glory  in  the  dance  ;  1  o 

While  fprightly  viols  fwccily  play  around, 
And  folemn  organs  give  a  deeper  found : 

5  Let  the  fonorous  cymbals  fpeak  his  praife ; 
In  concert,  all,  your  grateful  voices  raife  ; 

Yes,  all  that  breathe  this  vital  air,  accord  1  £ 

With  one  confentmg  voice,  to  hymn  the  LORD. 


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